You’d Never Hear This in Portland, Oregon…
from the Travel Files:
8 o’clock p.m., Sunday Aug. 5th:
We’re still in Twin Falls, Idaho. We drove out to Shoshone Falls this afternoon, after swimming and hot-tubbing at the hotel. Yeah, this vacation is pretty rough so far… Kidding! I’m loving this.
The falls are called “The Western Niagra” — only taller, and with more water. It’s the site of “Evil Knivel’s ill-fated attempt to jump the river on a rocket bike.” Wow! We took lots of pix, ran around after the kids, and I spent a lot of time sucking in my breath because damn — don’t look down! My son insisted we pick him up and hold him up high so he could see the view. Wacky Boy: “#!$@! railings!” That was a little nerve-wracking, but we were careful not to go anywhere near the edge of the platforms. At one of the landings, a newer one, you could see where the old landing used to be before part of the cliff crumbled away. Yikes.
Afterward we went by Winco to get some TV dinners for the kids, and I overheard this conversation:
One guy to the other: “So, where are you now, anyway?”
Other guy, who’s wearing an Amish-style hat and has his arm in a sling: “I’m working for the City of Ketchum. I quit cowboying a couple of years ago.”
A real-life cowboy, right there in the soup aisle! I almost took his picture to post on Flickr but you know. Then they would have figured out I was a tourist.
All for now,
WM
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Just saw the pics. Whoa, don’t look down. I think I would have a mini breakdown everytime Wacky Boy came within 60 feet of the edge.
August 20th, 2007 | #