This house where I live was built in 1949, then added on to in… I dunno. Let’s say 1960 or something. It was also surface-renovated about 10 years ago by people who were well-meaning and on a budget. As a result, I have a house that (a) is small, (b) is dark, (c) has three
TBH, it was actually 73 hours. Just that it takes about three hours to get from the plane to town, then about two hours from town to the airport plus two more hours of “get there early” time (necessary at ICN). Anyway, about 2.5 days of functional time there, plus sleeping. Seoul! It was supposed
TBH, the experience isn’t trite or cliche for having done it two years in a row now. OTOH, blogging about it kind of is (2016 Narrows hike, and that one previous that was pre-blog) . So what made this one different? 2017 is a different year than 2016, and I am much wizened. It’s colder
Every time I talk to someone local about a hike I want to do that happens to not be in Logan Canyon, they get upset and tell me that there’s lots of good hikes in Logan Canyon. I mean, sure, and there are, but (a) there’s more than one canyon in the world worth exploring,
Driving up to Boise to see the Modest Mouse concert in September gave me keen opportunity to drive through Twin Falls, a place where I used to live. Hence the post title. I also drove through Rupert, where I lived for like a week before moving to Twin (as the locals call it). In Rupert,
I’ve been investigating getting a dog since about senior year of college (= for the last 21 years). My SIL started harassing me (brutally) to get a dog earlier this year, plus it seems like a good time in life to stop not doing things for fear of unknown consequences. Ergo, I got a dog.
It’s like an Onion article: the headline is the whole story. Saw them in June in Salt Lake with my Aunt Mitzie, then again in September in Boise with myself. Salt Lake had a better play list, but I liked the Boise venue better. Now what? I like that they don’t ever play the same set
This post is mostly to provide closure and post more pictures that were taken on the third day of this trip. I got my best pics of Island Lake on Day 3. I mean, fwiw. And then it was time to bid sad farewell to this magical place where I mostly just felt sick and
And then I woke up. Because it was the next day. Here’s probably my favorite photo of Upper Sweeney Lake. I took it on the way out on Day 2. Better lakes would come, but, hey, meadow, etc. From there, you’re hiking out of the lake basin. This second day was just a series of
It was supposed to be five days, but then I got bored, lonely, and dehydrated. Plus the fish weren’t biting on flies and it was super-crowded. Nice place, though! At one point, I had the perfect recommendations in mind for how everyone should do this hike. Now? We’ll see. Here’s the prime payoff pano of
