Wild West Adventure: Transition in Idaho

It’s getting more and more difficult to get connected. Today I’m posting the rest of Saturday night, and Sunday morning. We’d gone from desert to mountains in one day. More to come.

We reached Hailey just as the sun was starting to set over the mountains. After a few stops at inns with no vacancies, we finally found a room at the Airport Inn. While Kenny chatted with the clerk outside the office, I sat in the Jeep with the computer open and stared at the only wifi signal available: encrypted. He came back with the password and I punched it in. Oh please work! I waited and waited. I was connected, but it couldn’t find the Internet. UGH! After we unpacked the Jeep, or Kenny unpacked because I was still messing with the computer, I gave up and we headed into town for dinner.

John from the hotel had recommended the Red Elephant. In the back was an empty dining room with white tablecloths on the tables, and in the front was a bar packed with people. The bartender passed us with a burger in one hand and a steak in the other, so we picked a table in the bar. To my left was a big screen TV playing Nascar, and in front of me was a video game that invited you to shoot big game. I was definitely in the west.

We ordered Idaho potato skins, ‘cause that was the touristy thing to do, and I had to have a burger. On the menu it said they serve them medium rare unless you tell them otherwise. Any place that confident in the quality of their ground beef has to have excellent burgers. They did.

When we approached the Inn we could hear John yelling “Kenny!” He met us at the room and asked us what kind of bagels we liked. I thought it was because I’d marked “bagel” on the express breakfast form, but John told us that his soon-to-be ex-wife has a bakery. He’s from Brooklyn and Kenny’s from New York, so they’d developed that easy comfort you get when talking to someone from back home. John told us how they realized Idaho has the best water, “just like New York. She even ships ‘em to New York.” He came back with six honey wheat and six jalapeno cheddar, and if they deliver them to individuals I will definitely be ordering some!


I never could get the wireless to work, so we drove into Ketchum to find a coffee shop. Ketchum is located just west of Sun Valley, and is another ski resort town. I settled in a window seat at Tully’s and worked while tall, tanned, athletic looking folk lounged inside at the high wire tables or low leather chairs, or relaxed outside with the ski lifts behind them and their dogs circling their feet. It seemed entirely appropriate when a couple entered and a St. Bernard pushed past them. “Zach” is 7 years old and their de facto mascot.

Kenny had been exploring the town and popped in a couple of times to see how much longer I’d be. When the interval dropped to fifteen minutes I figured I better pack up and go. It has been difficult, for both of us. I’m used to working on the site several hours a day. Every time we stop so I can post a blog and check my email, there’s so much more I want/need to do, yet he wants to get on the road again. It’s been a tough balance.

While he was wandering the town, a gentleman in the fishing shop told him of the perfect route to take to meet his friends in Salmon. Instead of taking 93, he sent us down on unpaved road. That route, and the rest of our evening, took us to even more incredible places…






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