Adventures in Idaho – Ramblings by the River


Because why wouldn’t you drive for two and a half hours just to sit out in the middle of nowhere and write?

You know what one of my biggest problems is as a writer (aside from procrastination)? In order to publicize my craft I have to stare at a computer for hours to type it out, but the only way I gain inspiration for what I write is if I’m away from my computer and doing something else!

(Guess where I’m writing this from right now. Here’s a hint: it’s not at a computer.)


I’ve learned that to keep my juices flowing and make my heart happy I sometimes just have to run from the regular routine. Sit out on a rock in the middle of the wilderness. Stare at green things for an hour. Worry others with my independence ’cause I’m a grown woman, and I can do whatever I want.


It’s healthy, you know, to surround yourself with greenery from time to time (or all the time and keep twelve plants at home to love and tend and pamper and treat like your babies and – *obsessive twitch*). It lowers stress levels, and… Why are you looking at me so funny?

And now – some deep riverside thoughts written in my journal:

Do you ever get an awesome wallpaper for your phone, and you just kinda find yourself checking the time on it four times a minute because you want to enjoy that picture again? Some people have the valid excuse that it’s a photo of their significant other or their children; but mine is a geeky drawing, and I fangirl like an idiot every time I look at it. (I’m lookin’ at it right now, hee hee.)

You know, that brings up another question: Why are gamers and “geeks” constantly stereotyped as the “stay home, do nothing” sort of people? I’ve never felt like loving video games and loving the outdoors were mutually exclusive. Can’t we all just have our hobbies and interests and learn about new things from each other? CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?!

…Whoa, why am I getting preachy sitting beside this calm, eddying water? I thought this was supposed to lower my stress levels…

ALSO – There’s this truck that’s sitting in the same pull-off spot as Calcifer (my car), and it’s honestly kind of bothering me. Like, yo, dude, get your own spot by the river. Why you gotta be crowding all up on my happy space? (Stress levels elevating again…)

Well, I’d best be going anyway. I plan to get home by dinner time, and Boise Fry Company is calling my name.

Ah, my home away from home.


(Here, pretend this is a fancy photos blog and check out these other “artistic” shots):






(Until next time, readers.)

Adventures in Washington – Home


My friend Charity postulates that there are two kinds of people: those who love oceans, and those who love mountains. For any who are ambi-environment, there’s the Washington coast.

(Unless you like your oceans warm, in which case you’ll need to look elsewhere.)

I’m blessed with generous parents, who invited me to share in this ocean-side vacation. They’re a good team to travel with because they actually do things – like visit cranberry farms, sight-see at Oysterville, try the local cuisine – whereas I’m the less exciting vacationer and am satisfied to lay back at the cabin and do nothing.

I’m also terrible at documenting the events of a vacation, so you’ll unfortunately get very little visual proof of our adventures from me. Though I AM always ready to capture great signage:


But hey – I don’t write a travel blog: I write a geeky, personal thoughts blog. And that doesn’t require fancy pictures to draw in readers through vicarious living.

(It requires engaging word skills, which, you know, are also sometimes a crapshoot for me. But still!)

If there’s one thing I do well – vacationing or otherwise – it’s overthink. And with a week-long break giving me plenty of time to dwell on esoteric matters that don’t need this sort of attention, here’s what I determined:

Home is not a place.

I have no attachment to Washington state. Despite its coast being lovely and green and quietly serene (but we won’t talk about Seattle – yikes), I was content to be only a visitor. This coming from someone who would bury herself in flora given the chance.

My parents live in mid-Washington territory, and of course I have attachments to them. (They say you’ll always be your parents’ baby, and I am oddly willing to embrace that title, despite being ten years away from middle age myself.) As I spent the week with them – part of it at their house, part of it beach-side – I felt a complete sense of belonging.

Finding peace in the company of family you love goes without saying, but I think it was more than that – more than the childlike safety or the familiarity of people you’ve known all your life. I trust my parents, and in turn I set worries and fears aside when with them. On my own, I tend to let my mind overwhelm me. (Overthinking, ya?)

Now, that’s not much of a revelation, but what I did realize is that I didn’t ever have to be without that rest. Even when I go back to life on my own, I have Someone near me who should always have my trust. He is also ready to shelter me from trouble and stress.  “Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you.” [I Peter 5:7] That confidence and peace is the true proof of “home”.

I used to think I’d never have that feeling until I met my special someone, arranged my white-picket-fence house, felt the comfort of my own family. Now, it doesn’t matter what happens. I’ve always had Home living in me, prepared ahead for me. Something like that doesn’t need external circumstances to foster its existence.

(But having an oceanside view never hurts.)

Adventures in Idaho: Friends are Friends Forever

Me & Carla

Carla, here, has been my pal for 17 years. I have many more photos documenting our nearly two decades of shenanigans, but I won’t make you suffer anything prior to our college time. I ‘d rather stow all the incriminating evidence that I was an awkward and ungainly teenager (who grew up to be an awkward and ungainly adult; let’s be honest).

We enjoyed a weekend together recently, catching up and re-bonding after years and miles of separation. Circumstances change a person, no mistake – but some people are just meant to stick together, come what may.

It helps when they share a similar manifestation of insanity, of course.

(Speaking of incriminating photos…)

We visited with family and local friends, ate way too much restaurant food, slept in, watched cartoons, and fancied ourselves up with temporary tattoos (like proper grown women, you know). We basked in a warm Saturday afternoon out at Meridian’s Village, watching the plaza fountain synchronize to the Beatles’ “Here Comes the Sun” and gawking in surprise at the bird man who came marching through with three parrots and a cockatoo on his arms.

I mean, if this didn’t convince Carla that Idaho is great, I don’t know what will. (Although I think my state’s greatness was sealed earlier by a visit to Boise Fry Company.)

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Purple fries and blueberry ketchup – #myOTP

The last night of our visit together, I took a thoughtful look around my apartment. Carla had already gone to sleep, so I tidied up some dishes, did a bit of writing prep, and let the DVD player and TV shut off on their own after our day-long movie marathon. With my feet propped up, I took a moment to bask in the “lived-in” feeling of my apartment. There is nothing warmer.

Our hug at the airport was long, but the goodbye felt short. Still, it had everything in it that two long-time friends needed to express. We already know there’ll be opportunity for more adventures in the future.

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Some things will never change.