We did it.
We really dropped Michaela off and left her in that little one-horse town called Rexburg that was the meeting place of some pretty unpleasant experiences for me.
I tried to warn her, prepare her.
But she was having none of my pessimism.
That's because the sun was shining and it was a balmy 76 degrees as we drove out of town...
Rexburg has a way of fooling you like that.
Next thing you know, your eyelashes and nose hairs are brittle to the touch and the wind chill factor is a temperature you never thought you'd experience in your lifetime.
Oh, you can tell I walked down memory lane a bit this weekend....
But- we left her happy, full of Big Jud's burgers, and ready to "have an adventure."
And an adventure is something I'm sure she will have.
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| The I-card...her ticket to everything BYU-I. |
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| Unwittingly, we turned the Unplugged sign into Rexburg Plugged. It's foreshadowing I think... |
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| Here is the dorm I believe that I lived in....either my memory is hazy after 30 years, or I have blocked it from my subconscious.... |
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| We took a trip to the cemetery where my grandparents are buried, followed by a tour of Menan where they lived a good deal of their lives. As kids, we spent many great summers there... |
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| (My mom's name on the back of the headstone) |
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| We loved this "headstone" posted on the gate as you leave. Shutting the gate is serious business in Idaho. |
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| This is the house my mom grew up in-it looks nothing like it did back in the day... |
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| Apparently a contractor owns it now and has done a lot of fancyin' it up. |
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| This was an original building in the back yard... |
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| Here is the house that made me cry...I have so many great memories of visiting here. Not much had been changed even after 40 years... |
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| I once locked a stray cat in this granary, fed it secretly and pretended it was my own for a few days :) |
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| This is my Aunt Lu who took us on this whirlwind tour of Menan. She and her husband are two of the kindest people I know. |
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| Obviously, we couldn't leave Idaho without a trip to Big Jud's. Michaela's roommate, as well as her dad, had never experienced Big Jud's so it was a must do. |
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| To accommodate Michael's picky palate, we had to order everything on the side and then dress our hamburger accordingly. I was sure it was going to compromise the taste, but no. It was awesome! |
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| It was just as good as Michaela remembered... |
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| ...and her roommate Dani was pretty impressed too. |
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| For me, it went without saying. |
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So Rexburg, even though I had my doubts,
Michaela is Michaela and will be just fine.
Until the first snowfall :)
