We saw osprey nests
and drove through the same country traveled by pioneers heading West on the Oregon Trail. It was beautiful.
At Jackson Hole, I stopped at the Kmart and talked to a few of the locals. I decided to conduct a completely unscientific poll:
Me: Hey, do you ever see Harrison Ford shopping here?
Local woman: No, he wouldn’t shop at Kmart. I’ve seen him around town in lots of places, but never in Kmart.
Local woman’s husband: He’s a regular guy. I’ve seen him around town. He’s the kind of guy who’d come in and buy his own garden hose.
We wended our way home, Payton and I, and we only got lost once. I called and got directions from Joe, my son-in-law, who told me that I was headed for Montana, not Boise. Easy enough fix, I just turned around!
We stopped and saw some lava mounds at a rest area between Idaho Falls and Twin Falls, but other than that, we just raced to get home.
It’s true that being a sort of vagabond, living out on the road, has its charm. But, hey, every day is a wonderful new gift, and what’s going to happen, what’s around that corner — I can’t wait to find out!
And also true: There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.
Who knows? But I’m excited about it!!