Dirtbag Travel

I will have to drop the "Idaho" from the blog title in about 5 weeks. Still have not upgraded beyond "dirtbag" style of travel, so I can keep that part. In fact, I believe the only time we have ever stayed in hotel for vacation is when we are out of the country or with my parents or other relatives. Oh yeah, and once this winter in Moab when Owen requested a hot tub and swimming pool for his birthday.

In fact, we have been doing a bit of of dirt bagging since I bought Tony the shiny, new, North Face 3~person tent he has wanted since Ben was about 8 yrs old. Often times it is just easier to not take the Vanagon. We have been doing quite a bit of mountain biking in Jackson, Kelly Canyon, Victor, IF foothills and tomorrow, Montana. It has been years since we have mountain biked so regularly together. I have been mostly remiss in taking photos to document these rides. I will try to remember the camera this weekend.

The beginning of the end

This is our last summer in Idaho. I was all ready to come back and make the best of it but my husband has seen the light. He needed to decide for himself. So I am going to dedicate myself to loving Idaho and its surroundings and my friends more than ever for the next seven weeks before I head back to Telluride.




Owen's very best friends in the whole wide world have moved and he missed saying goodbye to them, so he is a bit sad and lonely here. I imagine this will mean we will be making the drive to Teton Valley often because that is where the rest of his friends live. That is fine with me.

Ben turned 21 today, so to that end, he spent the day chasing down all the free beer and shots offered by the bars in town to those turning 21. This seems wrong to me, on so many levels, but if I had been a drinking woman when I turned 21, I am sure I would have embraced the concept with gusto. We are celebrating tomorrow evening since Tony will be flying back today from a trip to Boston.