There is nothing quite like the thrill of sneaking around...especially from the law. Last night two legal and two not so legal friends ventured out into the dangerous...Merritt's Country Cafe, breaking all kinds of curfew laws. It was about 11:30 pm when we arrived at the run down hole we have grown to love so dearly. When we walked in we were pleasantly greeted by a table of bikers who, after us, were the classiest bunch in the place.
Cassie, a Merritt's virgin, was not fazed on bit, which was very impressive. After we ordered our scones, Cassie and I went to feed the jukebox a little green in exchange for the gift of music. Of course, Cum On Feel the Noise was an absolute must, as well as Love is a Battlefield. However, as we approached the machine, a man stepped in front of us, inserted $3, and then contined to choose the 9 songs that those few dollars bought him. Not realizing that he had bought so many, I continued on with the mission and bought my 3 songs. On the way back to our booth we stopped into the restroom only to find a mural of a falcon feeding her children. It was SPECTACULAR.
Skyler and Alyssa had to take pictures with it of course. As we ate our scones, we waited and waited for our songs to come on.
We finished eating and still had to wait for half an hour to hear our songs. In the mean time we were serenaded with Faith Hill, and songs from the motion picture: Lion King. We paid and went outside to take some pictures with the "Silver Streak," the 16 seat station wagon that is parked out front. As Alyssa and I climbed up the ladder on the back, one very classy lady screamed, "HEY! Ya'll ain't spose'd be climbin' on that!" We ambled down a little angry, and a little embarrassed, however, our 9-song friends walked by and told us not to listen to the rednecks. Then our waitress walked out and asked us if we wanted her to take pictures of us on the streak. Sooooo....All in all, a perfect night at Merritt's.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Potato salad, naps, and family; three ingredients for a fantastic day. Eastern Idaho welcomed me into its arms on July 4, 2008, and what a welcome it was. The brother, sister, and I set out at 6 am that morning to join our cousins, and grandparents in Idaho Falls for a great weekend. Upon arrival we were greeted with crepes, and hugs. The day was lazy, and wonderful. Towards the evening, we gathered downtown to enjoy the fireworks and some delicious dinner from the outback. The show was incredible, and I was reminded of how great it feels to be an American. So here's to you America, Happy Birthday.
Posted by Rachael Diane at 7/14/2008 02:44:00 AM
It began on Friday afternoon with two city slickers and a semi-experienced camper. Three girls set off into the wild unknown also known as Cascade, Idaho. A gorgeous, two hour drive on Highway 55, multiple repeats of Miley Cyrus' hits, and a bathroom break later, we rolled into Cascade. As we drove through town, we were tempted to throw our plans out the window and spend our time with the attractive boy outside of the movie theatre, and stay at the Bears Knight Inn. Somehow we pulled through and moved onward towards our final destination: Horsethief Resevoir. It was about 8 miles away from Cascade. As we drove through campsite after campsite, with no hope of finding a spot, we pondered our decision to leave our ticket taking dream boy behind. At one point, we thought we had found success. We pulled into a site only to soon later have a gruff elderly man come out of his recreational vehicle and tell us that our spot belonged to him as well as his other one. Discouraged, we left and drove on. After driving through a stream and leaving Idaho Fish and Game owned property, verging on tresspassing, we decided to turn around and look through one last time. Somehow, luck was a lady that afternoon, and we found a tiny little site wedged between a couple and their pop-up trailer, and a group of avid campers. We got out and began to put up the tent. Surprisingly, it was a very successful venture. Next was the campfire. Being the smart girls that we are, we came prepared with logs, and matches. As we put our girls camp prowess into play, we created an amazing teepee style campfire. We gathered tinder and got our fire going. It was weak, but effective. As the evening proceeded, we made marshmallow appetizers, followed by rather tasty tin foil dinners. As the witching hour fast approached, we retired to our cozy abode only to find our neighbors a little on the intoxicated side, and fairly loud. We eventually drifted off only to be awoken by dawn, and the sounds of our neighbors, who despite their late night, had a very early morning. We rose and made breakfast (pillsbury cinnamon rolls wrapped around a stick and held above the fire), and soon after ventured home. All in all a fantastic trip into the somewhat wilderness.
Posted by Rachael Diane at 7/14/2008 02:01:00 AM