Ryan & Jordan

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There & Back Again: Day 12

by ryan

I started my day before the sun came up and enjoyed reading  (the Bible, an old book of famous speeches, Montana guides, and a bit about my family and their dairy farm).

Jordan joined me in the dining room for a tasty quiche and lively conversation with Thomas over coffee (I had the Earl Grey’s tea instead).  And we were off.  Kind of.

We stopped off to say see-you-later to Nana.  We had a delightful time, but we wished we could take her with us for an adventure.


We drive by McCall, Idaho–one of my nostalgia epicenters.  Memories come like a gentle rocking of the earth, not strong enough to knock the pictures off the wall, but strong enough that I am alive & present, feeling reverberation after reverberation: Grandpa & Grandma, family land, Dad’s stories & Mom’s friends, skiing at Brundage, boating on Payette Lake, getting ice cream downtown on those eternal sunlight summer nights . . .

And it feels good to be back in the good ol’ US of A.


But the day is waning and we go to bed earlier than some of my senior friends.


Our destination? Hearthstone Lodge in beautiful Kamiah, Idaho.

(Kamiah, a small town nestled in a beautiful valley along the Clearwater River, is right on the Lewis & Clark (and might we add Sacajawea?) Highway.  This is Nez Pierce territory, and I believe Kamiah is a word from their language.)

Hearthstone Lodge is a bit like Tom Bombadil’s house I think–but I have only read about Tom’s house.  Now excuse me Peter Jackson, why did you leave that out of your movies?  Anyhow the Inn Keepers, Harty and his wife, are masters of their trade.  This place is a stately haven of rest: hospitality, furniture dating from Abraham Lincoln’s time, soothing music, jacuzzis, well-appointed rooms overlooking the river, fireplaces of course . . . and I could go on.

Good night!




There & Back Again: Day 11

by Jordee

Day 10 was a long, good day. We hiked for a lot of hours. We slept like babies–the kind that sleep really well.

We took our time in the morning, making breakfast and making friends with the incessantly bold chipmunks who wanted to eat with us. (One got in my lap, probably knowing I had trail mix in my pocket.)

DSC05137We were still like the lake. It was beautiful and we were thankful.

The road trip theme of “taking things as they come” continued as we descended from our campsite toward where we started. We struck up a conversation with two other backpackers, had two delightfully surprising small-world connections in the Idahoan wilderness, and then we were friends.

We ended our hike with our new friends, said goodbye for now, and drove away.  Next stops were for natural hot springs and local ice cream in Idaho City.

And we arrived back in Boise.  We checked in to the Idaho Heritage Inn, a lovely B&B where we were welcomed and well fed by Thomas (a great and pleasantly unconventional innkeeper). We were bummed that we missed Bill Cosby, but at least he left his picture, and you can only ask for so much.