|Hello, Reading Friends. I got out of the car about two hours ago, after being in it for 23 hours of the previous 48. Holy moly. I am so fried from driving. But we did pass the Grand Canyon and saw a lot of very pretty red rocks on our drive. Plus, what would a family vacation be without a trip to the urgent care for stitches after a dangerous outdoor activity? Good times in the canal. Better times seeing my family. |
The upshot of all this is that I’ve been eating like I’ve been on a cruise, but I haven’t written a single thing. Going to Idaho, land of many, many cows, is so great. There are so many delicious ice creams. If you haven’t tried Fat Boy ice cream sandwiches, or Casco (Nut Sundae on a Stick) by Casper’s Ice Cream, it’s time you treated yourself. I bought boxes of factory seconds—25 for $6. Fifty ice cream sandwiches. Ahh. That’s too much ice cream! And then again, it’s not.
My uncle also reintroduced me to Premium Creamies. Have you tried these? It’s the best ice cream popsicles out there.
We skipped going to the cheese factory for cheese curds (a.k.a. “squeaky cheese”) on this trip, and I’m regretting it.
My daughters also fed the ducks at a park, and baby ducklings swam
right up to them and let them hold them in their arms. What’s sweeter than a happy girl with a duckling in her arms? I submit that there’s nothing sweeter.
It was nice to get out of the heat and into the mountains, but it’s great to be home again. Coming home, back to order and schedules (and let’s hope a lot less eating of ice cream, oh my heck) is always a little bit of a relief after a vacation. I mean, a vacation is good, but coming home is lovely as well.
By Jennifer Griffith on May 3, 2019
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