Apparently, I’m fully Idahoan now: I liberally use the term “rig” instead of “vehicle,” and I’m blasting country music to get my work done.
What’s happening to me…
Source: SoundCloud / FloridaGeorgiaLine
In a drill managed by the Federal Emergency Management Agency—which will include all first responders in Latah County—police, fire and emergency management personnel will participate in a full-scale exercise that will simulate a zombie invasion.
We ended the year by sledding, something four out of five of us had never done. I think we’ll probably end up starting the year sledding, too.
The text came in after 10:00pm Thursday night: “Wanna go boatin’ Saturday?” Does a one legged duck swim in a circle?
For December in northern Idaho, the weather was just about perfect: upper 40’s and low 50’s, non-driving rain from time to time, and sunny blue skies as we approached the takeout. We were on the road pre-dawn (I haven’t seen 5:30am in a good long while) and home in time to read stories to the kids before their afternoon naps.
When my buddy Tom asked in an email what I’d be doing over the weekend, I told him I had been nursing a nasty cold all week, and as such I’d probably be just hanging out on the couch trying to rest and get better. No sooner had I hit “send” on that email, friend and co-worker [redacted] asked, “Wanna go boatin’ tomorrow?”
I never claimed to be all that bright.
It was a great afternoon of kayaking down northern Idaho’s Clearwater River. I’ve decided that “ideal October Idaho boating conditions” simply means the wind is blowing the icy rain into the back of your helmet (as opposed to your eyes).
Quote of the day (in the context of passing all the surly Steelhead fisherman huddled miserably on their boats): “I would feel less silly if I weren’t dressed like a giant Power Ranger!” True, but we were warmer. And smiling.
Video postcard from Saturday’s paddle. Pretty sure I’m now on a DHS government watch list since I went through the security checkpoint twice in one day.
Yesterday. Good day.
Labor Day brought three generations of Maxfield’s together onto a relatively placid portion of the Clearwater River for a fun family float.