The day after the wedding we were scheduled to head upriver to visit my Uncle and Great Aunt in tiny Kamiah, Idaho where essentially nothing has changed in the past decade or so, except for an increase in hard drug abuse (and where this horrifying story comes from). We made our way there at a leisurely pace, trying to dodge suicidal birds at every turn (I’m pretty sure I was successful.) After a quick tour of any notable locations from my childhood (which took about 15 whole minutes) we met up with my favorite Uncle for a beverage and chats before a brief stop to say hi to my Great Aunt before we were on our way back to Lewiston.
We got in touch with my homie to make arrangements to hang out and took a moment to freshen up then headed up the hill to their place. Once we arrived we quickly rallied to figure out what to do for dinner and decided on grilling burgers in their lovely big yard then volunteered to run to the store for necessary supplies. On the way back, as we were driving down Preston Ave I realized that the two lane/25mph street that we were on was equipped with alternating passing zone markings. While it seemed crazy to me, there are definitely moments when I’ve found myself behind someone going 10+ miles under on a nearby local road with the same width and 35mph speed limit and I wished with every molecule in my body that it was legal to pass them.
We got back to my friend’s place and his Lil Bro got a fire going in the pit as my buddy grilled up some burgers. We sat around the fire as the sun set, reminiscing about old times and drinking beers. It was a completely mellow and glorious end to our trip to Idaho.