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South Idaho
This is pretty much the view from Boise to Pocatello ID. Saturday started off bright and early with yummy blueberry pancakes from ‘Grandma’ (I told little Z that Aunt Heidi was grandma’s sister and that was enough for her, ‘Grandma’ it was). It also made it easier when Grandma’s real granddaughter showed up and called her grandma.
After pancakes we packed up and said our good byes. Today was the trek across Idaho to Blackfoot. The drive went well; the speed limit through Idaho is an insane 75 mph. The truck and trailer just couldn’t maintain that speed so I settled in at 70. The road out of Boise was incredibly bumpy. Probably the combination of our truck and trailer exaggerated it, but there was some serious concern that the whole road was going to be like that. Pretty much outside of the city the road smoothed out and it was mostly smooth the rest of the way.
We stopped at what I believe to be a standard truck stop for lunch and bathroom breaks. It’s funny to see our truck and trailer parked next to the big rigs since those are the only parking spots long enough for us.
Inside is a vast array of knick knacks stuck
Meet Colby
He was running all over and excited so most pictures were butt-shots. Here we see him sniffing around the litter of 3-week olds. anywhere there is available space. There is a 24/7 restaurant, a taco bell, a Blimpies, and a TCBY. We settled on Blimpies. Little Z ate a great lunch, slowly but surely eating her whole sandwich. (She was still eating when we left and wanted to bring it with her).
Back on the road we made it through Twin Falls ID, and Pocatello. Blackfoot is just north of Pocatello ID on I-15. Along I-15 we saw another thing to us that just doesn’t make sense. Motorcyclists are riding along in traffic with no helmet. In fact in a couple cases we would see the helmet bungee corded to the back of the bike.
Blackfoot is a smallish town that we moved through easily and out onto a farming road then to a gravel road before finding the breeders house (I forgot to write down the actual address so the only thing that tipped us off to the right house was a Corgi tromping down the driveway as we slowly crawled past.
The breeder was a wonderful lady, very nice. She took us right over to a cool looking play area I her yard that had three 10 week old
Heading In To Ogden
View from the truck heading in to Ogden UT. puppies, one of which was Colby. Little Z had fun sticking her hands over the fence to pet the other two and getting chased by Colby.
We went into the breeders house (which was easily the cleanest dog breeders house we have been to) so we could fill out paperwork. Inside she had a litter of about 8 three-week old corgis and she held one out so that Little Z could pet it (she was very gentle).
The breeder had already bought a crate that was all Colby’s. He was used to it and had been sleeping in it for a while. We took that to the truck and after some careful rearranging (Little Z is now in the seat behind daddy instead of the middle), we were able to fit Colby’s crate behind mommies seat.
The breeder said goodbye quickly and said ‘I don’t want to see you drive off’. Zorah noticed a tear in her eye as we were taking a puppy that had already touched her. We are already noticing that Colby has quite a wonderful disposition. He is very friendly, snuggly, and relaxed. He doesn’t want to be anywhere that we are not, and appears
Little Z watching Colby play
Colby set up at our first camp site in Willard Bay. at times to be trying to herd Little Z (Corgis are herding dogs if you didn’t know).
Back on the road we back-tracked a little ways through Pocatello ID and continued heading south on I-15. This road would take us down to Utah (our fourth state if you count Washington).
This drive turned out to be quicker than we had planned. We pulled into Willard Bay earlier than expected and had time to take a walk around the campsites. Since we had planned on being in on Sunday initially instead of Saturday, we had to get a different campsite for the night and then move to our new one on Sunday.
The walk was nice after the long drive; the campgrounds have paved driveways and pull-ins for each campsite. There are a few ‘trees’ (don’t think of Washington trees here, think of large bushes) around the camp sites which was a nice change from the drive which had very few trees.
Setting up camp was pretty easy, I’m still getting the hang of what to do and in which order to do it. Leveling the trailer is the most important part and since our home driveway doesn’t allow us to do it, we were finally able to turn on the refrigerator and have it successfully cool the insides.
That night turned out to be a little too much for Little Z. All the excitement, and all the travel and new sites added up, and combined with a late night getting the trailer set up inside and out, Little Z had a melt down. There’s a point past being tired that it’s dangerous to get little kids and Little Z was completely there. I thought for sure the whole campgrounds heard her, but it turns out that with the windows closed, the sounds remain inside pretty well. It took a lot of work from daddy to get Little Z calmed down (including ‘reading’ some books to her from memory as they had been left at home). Daddy and little Z ended up sharing the main bed and mommy curled up on the fold out bed where the dining room table is with Colby nearby in his crate.
Late at night we found out a perk of our campgrounds. You get to hear, very clearly, when a train goes by on a nearby track. I can tell you there are several in the evening, and they are long trains. Restful sleep all around!
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susan
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He's a cutie, alright! And that hearding instinct will come in very handy at home with little ones around. The first thing our dog does is "secure the perimeter" anytime we step out of the house. It's a joy to watch the dog do his job, to see the satisfaction in his eyes that he's got a role in the family. Outstanding trip.