In the middle of friggin' nowhere! John had us following the Oregon/Mormon Trail across Idaho and Wyoming. Last night we stayed outside of a little Idaho town called Soda Springs. We had to drive down a long farm, gravel road to get to this "RV Park/Golf Course". We were the only RV there- and there was absolutely nothing around us but farm fields with mountains in the background. I had visions of strange men driven crazy by the miles of nothing - turning into serial killers and attacking us in the middle of the night. John even had the mace by the bed! This is, after all, the home of the Unabomber, Ted Kaczynski.Well, we made it through the night... We went to bed with temperatures of 100 degrees --so we naturally left all our windows open and the fan running. We got up to temperatures of 50 degrees! It was freezing. John tried to convince me that it was a good way to imagine what the pioneers crossing the country must have faced. Except, of course, that we just turned on the heat and were toasty in just minutes.
No comments:
Post a Comment