Island Park = A quick vacation

the lack of snow in Utah hasn't been a damper in my world. Skiing costs too much for a poor college student, so the lack of cold weather has been quite inviting. However, it's no Southern California climate either. As a result, entertainment in the cold weather was a necessary evil and I was determined to make some dang good lemonade. So at 11p.m. on Thursday night, I decided to join Chris, Ryan, Melissa, Gangsta Meg, and Kerry for an adventurous trip deep in the heart of Idaho. Island park(where my uncle lives as well) is only place in Idaho I would want to live. The town claims the longest main street in America due to Idaho's previous alcoholic consumption laws and is the last town before West Yellowstone.

We started our journey to Idaho fashionably late due to Chris forgetting his wallet and needing a pre-dinner snack before meeting up with us. We all crammed in Ryan's spacious Chevy Trailblazer and headed out after a quick stop at Subway for a $5 footlong.

The drive was the shortest drive ever due to the lack of bad weather and the video entertainment system which stimulated our ADD minds for the duration of the trip. We finally arrived at Gangsta's cabin and let's just say we all went to bed....

The next morning consisted of riding snowmobiles in the backcountry of Idaho. Melissa rode on the back of the snowmobile I was driving and was having a hard time holding on. I successfully knocked her off of her seat and into the deep untouched powder a number of times.

After a fun filled day of riding snowmobiles, chile verde, guitar hero, double solitaire, video poker, KY Jellying, and sledding till I almost broke my foot slipping on the deck, we were not ready to go home, but unfortunately had to end our trip. We stopped in West Yellowstone to search for stone washed jeans I had seen there early and unfortunately, they were sold(or thrown away, I'll never know). I ended up settling for a bright yellow sunglasses leash and we headed home.

Chris, jealous of my handmade beanie with earflaps, wanted to stop at the store on the way home to pick up a crochet needle and some yarn so I could teach him my not-so-hidden talent. Melissa drove as Chris and I sat in the back seat proving our manliness by crocheting beanies side by side. The very bored Rexburg Police Department decided to pull Melissa over for going 65.5mph in a 65mph zone. I'm not quite sure what he though when he saw two men with facial hair "crocheting" beanies.

All in all, the trip was a good release from the stresses of school and the cold without the benefits. A return trip is in necessary demand and will hopefully be realized soon.