McCall is about 2hrs North of Boise. It is a resort town that hugs a huge lake smack dab in the middle of it's cabin lined streets. Very cool.
When we arrived, I didn't want to make the same mistake as yesterday, so we ate first and played last. We found a restaurant grill of sorts sitting off of the dock. Great place for watching all the teenagers flirt. The salsa wasn't so bad either.
Micah noticed a big jar of treats labeled "dogs" that sparked her interest. To a five yr old, these dog bones looked like pressurized graham crackers. She walked right over without telling a sole and fisted one into her hand. She walked back, looked at it, and plopped it into her mouth and ate it. She then took her napkin and spit it out after discovering that was the worst idea she had had yet. All the rest of us in the family observed this peculiar dinner premonition and laughed.
Micah:"What? I just wanted to know!" she said flopping her hands out with a couple of shoulder shrugs.
1. dog treat in hand 2. about to eat dog treat in hand 3. realized she should have never touched the gross tasting dog treat in the first place.
We changed into our swimsuits in the hot sweaty car. Man! That lake water was going to feel mighty nice. We spent the rest of the day playing.
Gretchen turns into her mad hippie self when she is surrounded by mother earth's natural elements. It was like watching a puppy dog, into the water, out of the water, roll in the sand, bury in the sand, back into the water......
After beach time, we decided we were spent and hot and we desperately needed some ice cream. If you stumble upon McCall, the secret place to go is Ice Cream Alley. A friend told me who used to live there for a summer. Hidden in an alley, they serve up heaping, overflowing cones from a rusty shack for the typical price you would normally pay. The line was long, but it moves fast.
Tip: Splurge for the waffle cone to keep in the drips and you need cash.
It was a beautiful drive and a lovely day spent by a mountain lake. (picture taken of the river on the drive up)
The next day we saw some old friends who we knew in Morgantown, (the Walkers) who are in the residency at Boise. We played at the park for an hour or so and caught up.
It dawned on me after leaving the Walkers, that the best thing about any trip really are the people. It can be people you meet or have a connection with along the way or the friends you reunite with or the people that joined you for your journey. It's really what you always remember most, at least for me.
On our way home, we stopped for drinks. Stop the press, have Liger's Blood slushies been in existence for quite some time? Clever. Considered them slurped.
Home to celebrate Micah's birthday the next day.