The morning sun shone brightly off the snow on Della Mountain as we packed up the rest of our stuff - including the two chickens and Bill the dog. The Kaminskis, the worlds'-greatest-neighbors, brought us cinnamon rolls and waved from their front window as we drove away, and we shared coffee with our dear friends Mike and Liz at Zaney's before heading out of Hailey under a crisp, blue winter sky.
We love our home, and leaving for a few months heightens our sense of attachment to the familiar - the walk up to the ball field in the morning with Bill, the Log Cabin coffee mug and the special sugar spoon, the view of the mountains from the corner of the couch and the red plaid blanket.
As we drove south, past Silver Creek, Timmerman, Sweetzer, Bear River. . . other than the perpetual cloud bank north of Shoshone, the landscape unfolded smoothly and sunnily as we drove to Utah. We had a late lunch at Grandma Belva's house in Salt Lake City, and dinner and a sleepover at the house of Mark's sister, Stephanie.
So, the road trip - 5.5 hours down and 40??!! to go - is off to a good start. We avoided falling on the ice as we jumped out of the truck in the Davidsons' driveway in Jerome (where we dropped off the last meat from our freezer) and we avoided running out of gas when the "low fuel" light came on south of Snowville. We've had two delicious meals and fun conversations with our great, generous family members along the route.
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