Dear Idaho,
I thought I was fickle, but you change your face more times than the moon. It was 60 degrees when we left Boise; last week up north, the temperature was warmer; this week, out EAST you snowed on us. Twin Falls and Several Springs were warm enough to swim, but by the time we hit Declo, the winds rocked the Penske so hard we thought we might fly home; however, you had other plans for us. You swallowed our van keys and held us captive in Burley Friday night. What danger did you protect us from? What fate did you deflect? What history did you avoid? Thank you for your constant surprises!
Love,
Infrared and the cast of Othello**
See my adventure in the next blog, "Through Infrared Goggles."
**Translation by J. Robideau. Grammar has been altered for clarity unless otherwise noted.
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