WINTER TRAVEL

“It just makes you rave to think that it’s like a trip to another country to get to the southern part of your own state,” said Ina in 1934, and today, I say that it’s not much better. Our topography is against us.

We’re headed to Boise this weekend, and we must go because we have scheduled a celebration of life for son Milo. It’s unfortunate that snow and cold is predicted. We must travel and follow through with our arrangements.

Discussion has ensued regarding travel, and the plan is to head west to Pendleton, Oregon, and then travel back southeasterly on the Interstate, which will take us into Boise. It’s longer but safer, and perhaps not all that much longer in terms of time.

I think of my mother. Nothing kept her home if she wanted to go somewhere. I remember the November of 1959 when we drove to Boise to see brother Chuck’s new baby girl. On the way home, we encountered a snowstorm on the White Bird Grade. It was scary, but Mother 
drove bravely on, and we made it home safely. Apparently the stress didn't bother her. KW