The trip to Idaho, via Salt Lake City, started off with a bang. As opposed to the ringing of the alarm clock which had been set, but to PM rather than the much desired AM. So with 15 minutes to make it all happen, John and I showered, dressed, fed the dogs and bolted out the front door to a waiting car.
(note: ordering a car service the night before a 6:00am flight out of Logan is a very, very wise move).
Packing one carry-on with clothing and one checked bag full of paints, easel, brushes, etc. was interesting. If only John could have done likewise with his golf clubs. But rules are rules, and he quickly discovered that the TSA means business when they say no liquids. Only a momentary delay, though... as that unopened bottle of water hit the trash can.
The flights went well enough, although "extra" legroom is disputable. We arrived in Idaho Falls about lunchtime, which meant having to acquiesce to John's desire to find a local joint with whatever local color there is in Idaho Falls. Darned if there wasn't an attractive, somewhat artsy neighborhood to be found not far from the Walmart I hit up for a camp chair and bug spray! We parked right in front of The Snakebite, and it was terrific. The fish tacos were delicious, although I was tempted to ask what, exactly, they meant by "cod".
We were now well fed, and ready to see what we had gotten ourselves into for the next 8 days. On to Victor!