145th Passage

In early February David and I took a needed get-away for the weekend. We went to McCall to see the ice sculptures. We took a picture on the road. Yay for being kid-free, thanks to Lisa for watching to crew!

I booked a cheap motel just outside of McCall. It was...cheap. While outside was a snowy, slushy, mess, inside was a tropical paradise. See?

See the two doors on either side of the bathroom area? Yeah, those weren't closets. They were locked doors that led to the rooms of our neighbors, but they were definitely as thin as closet doors. We could hear conversations spoken in normal volumed voices. And it was slightly creepy when the door handles would suddenly rattle as the person on the other side tested the doors.

 Nice touch with the bathmat on the wall. 

 Loved the chest-height shower-head and moldy walls and ceiling in the bathroom. 

 After depositing our stuff at the motel we drove over to McCall to see the sculptures. However, it was unseasonably warm when we went. We even had rain. So this is what we got to see...

 Lovely, no? We stopped for dinner at a Chinese restaurant that we ate at on our Honeymoon. Then we stopped at a grocery store for some snacks where David got to try on hats. 

 The next day we waited for over an hour for our breakfast at The Pancake House, and instead of looking for more sculptures we just decided to go back to the Treasure Valley since the weather and ruined them. On the drive back we stopped at a fun bridge we saw that crossed the river. 

 Since we left early we didn't want to be gypped of date time with a babysitter already on board, so we stopped at a ceramic painting studio in Nampa. On our honeymoon we painted a butter dish that I dropped awhile back and broke. We stopped at the same place in McCall to see about replacing it, but the prices were too much to stomach. But the one in Nampa was very reasonable and had a butter dish. Score! We spent half as much as we would have in McCall. David painted the blue flower side and I did the pink flower. 

While this post may have made it sound like a big bust, it really wasn't. Yeah, the motel sucked, but it was fun to joke about and we weren't even murdered in our sleep. It's true that there were no sculptures left worth looking at, but it was still fun to walk around McCall together.  Lots of nostalgia and lots of new memories.