Ida-who?

This past weekend my mom, Aunt Rita, best friend- L.E, and myself decided to pack up the highlander and get away for the weekend.  Because I have been working Monday-Saturday for the past month, we took advantage of the fact that I had both Friday and Saturday off.  It was a spontaneous trip.  We didn't plan what we were going to do or where we were going to be, all we knew was that we were headed down somewhere in the Montana/Idaho/Washington area.  Friday Morning we started our trip by driving over Logan's Pass. I have easily driven over Logan's pass 20 times, and it gets more beautiful every time. For anyone who has never experienced Logan's Pass or Glacier National Park I recommend getting in your vehicles now.  The usual 4 hour trip to Missoula took well over 6 hours due to construction, a car accident, and slow drivers, but eventually that's where we ended up for the night.  After some necessary shopping, we got our hotel room and were wiped from the long drive.

Fun Fact: Ellie and I are such good friends, we talk to each other in our sleep. Literally.

Saturday morning we woke up, got back in the vehicle and headed to Coeur D'Alene. Again, we didn't really know what we were going to do there, but we knew that it was hot and they had a lake to offer us.  I had never been to Coeur D'Alene, and let me tell you—I may have to take back some the nasty words I have said about Idaho.  Going back and forth from Alberta to Utah more than enough times, I have come to despise Idaho's barren lands and straight roads.  However, Northern Idaho is completely different.  It actually has trees! And it's green! We spent the day lounging on the beach, exploring downtown Coeur D'Alene, enjoying some good food, and looking at nice cars. When we got back to Missoula for the night there was a Celtic Festival going on downtown. Guys...This is why I love Missoula as much as I do.  A Celtic Festival?! So fun! We were surrounded by a bunch of beer drinkin, weed smokin, tree huggin, life lovin hippies, and I loved every minute of it! Such a fun weekend with some awesome people.

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Writing on Stone.

This week lasted for what seemed like months.  From arriving home from Utah on Monday, to saying the official goodbye to my boy on Tuesday, anticipating an email every hour of everyday, and all the emotions in between...it was like the week would never end.  It also didn't help that I had hoped to go camping with Jantz, Katie, and the boys on Friday night, but unfortunately I worked both Friday and Saturday night, so I didn't get out there until 10:30 on Saturday.  But you better believe I enjoyed the 5 hours of camping I did get to experience.

Nix and Benson were already asleep in the trailer by the time I arrived, but after talking around our makeshift campfire (A lantern stuck in the fire pit) for a few hours we were also ready to head to bed.  I crawled next to Nixon in the little trailer and soon got woken up by his body snuggled up next to mine, and him asking in the pitch dark, "is this kayla?" MELTED MY HEART! 

Ugh that boy!

We woke up the next morning and Jantz made all of us breakfast: Monkeybread in the dutch oven, roasted potatoes and bacon—not too shabby. We didn't want to waste anytime, so after cleaning up from breakfast we headed straight for the hoodoos.  There is no denying the little kid that comes out in me when I get in the hoodoos.  Rocks, and sand under my bare feet was the perfect therapy for my love sick soul.  Unfortunately, we didn't get to stay as long as I would have liked because we had get back to church, but it was just enough to help me appreciate my blessing in life and all the things I have to be grateful for in a difficult time.