As mentioned in my previous post, this past Sunday my family hopped into our daughter's SUV and headed south to tour her future college home.
As per pretty much normal, my carefully crafted plans went a bit awry right from the start due to weather. We had planned on following Interstate 90 over the mountains to almost Butte, Montana where it connects to Interstate 15 and head south to Pocatello, Idaho where Idaho State University is located.
A pretty massive out of the blue snow storm crushed that plan.
The other two options to head south are to go over into Washington and head south to Oregon to Interstate 84 and head over to Pocatello or to take Highway 95 south through the entire state of Idaho. After consulting the tablets and all the weather uncertainty, we decided to take Highway 95, a choice that involved traversing some snow but not nearly as much as the other two ways.
That said, the diversion added almost three hours onto an already eight hour journey.
But that's how things tend to go during the winter time in these parts, and we had to make the trip over the past two days because there is so much other things going on in our lives. I am sure you all know how that goes.
However, in true Kat tradition, a very serendipitous thing did occur.
We had just driven all the way down to Interstate 84 on Highway 95 and were at a gas station/A&W truck stop just on the Idaho side of the Idaho/Oregon border to fill up and get some grub.
A couple of women walked in and one of them had a very long blonde braid and was bedecked in western wear. As I snacked on some very tasty chicken strips I narrowed my eyes and studied the lady as I was pretty sure she was someone I knew.
In fact I was more than sure and got up and said hi!
You see, she was the sister of the guy I marched in my high school graduation with. Funny thing is that was over two decades ago, and I hadn't seen her since then.
She was just coming back from a cutting horse competition and we both just kinda smiled like derps and laughed that we had just randomly ran into each other at a gas station.
But that's how road trips go, they are kind of magical in that way.
After several more hours and plowing through yet another snow storm, we finally arrived in Pocatello. Our hotel was beyond glorious and we all appreciated its amenities.
Speaking of amenities, there really are none in any place that can compare to one's home, and I know one thing for sure, I am so, so glad to be back at mine.
And on that note, off to bed I go, this road weary Kat is checking out for the night....
And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's very well-traveled iPhone.
