Today wasn’t exactly an adventure after all. Gregory and I drove into McCall. A place we have ventured to a million times. And the routine is always the same. Have lunch, go to Mountain Java for a warming drink, go home. The most notable thing that happened was a crazy man, was shouting “Repent, Sinners!” from a street corner. Doesn’t he know fire and brimstone are so last century?
We had a tasty pizza and gigantic bowl of tater tots at Growler’s. It was arbitrary and pretty tasty. The pizza reminded me of Round Table, which is a good thing. I LOVE Round Table, and not just because of the King Arthur theme. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to that being one of the draws. Afterward, we walked down to Mountain Java. See? Always the same.
On our way back to the car, we passed by the crazy religious dude who, it appeared, had just changed his sign to the “repent sodomites” sign. It’s like he knew we were coming! How sweet. Don’t make eye contact! They see that as a sign of aggression. If they charge at you, try to appear as big as possible and make lots of noise! If that doesn’t deter them, give them a bouquet of flowers cleverly accented with catnip and throw a bag of feral cats at them.
We passed by without incident, though my mind had raced in about a million directions.
We wandered into a couple of chatchka shops, and eventually returned to the car, then drove back to Pollock.
On our way back we stopped in New Meadows for a quick "nostalgia tour." Gregory points out the houses his parents lived in, the house he grew up in, the house his friend grew up in, and the trailer they moved to. Then out to the old log house, then to see his dad's first house, the school, the depot, not necessarily in that order. Today they were having the logging show. We arrived at the end of it. There was something about the tear down frenzy of the art and craft exhibitors that felt a little melancholy.
Once back at the house, I repacked the car, did some laundry, and petted the cat.
The rest of the evening was spent visiting. Jill made a delicious seafood chowder, and served it with buttery toasted bread, perfect for dipping in the creamy, garlicky broth. Heaven!
Tomorrow we begin the long journey home. It is an 8-hour drive to Fallon and I’m not in a hurry to leave. But leave we must.