Saturday, March 30, 2013

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Perrine Bridge

People jump off of this bridge for fun?  


The Perrine Bridge bridge is at the north end of twin Falls Idaho. This is the exact location where Evil Kenival had his failed attempt to jump the Snake River Canyon in 1974. People come from all over the country to    BASE JUMP from this bridge. 
I was at a class in Twin falls one time, the instructor was staying at the hotel in the area. She had a story to tell when she started the class. She had gone for a run on the trail below the bridge, she looked up and saw four people standing on the railing. She was sure she was observing a mass suicide. Just about the time she was going to call the police their parachutes opened.          
The view from the trail of the Snake River Canyon for under the bridge 

Shoshone Falls is just down river from the bridge & just east of Twin Falls. There is not much water running this time of year, but in another month the entire wall will be covered with water. They say it looks like Niagara Falls. I was there only one time in the spring it was very spectacular.    

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Rural Life vs City Life

The Koffee Kup building is still standing. 
All that is left of Waller's is the sign.  
Who remembers the old days of two fuel choices? Regular or Diesel  
 The gas was priced in cents only and a $99.00 maximum sale.   

What good country store/truck stop would be complete without a public pay phone? 

  Last but not least, no mater how far away from anything UPS will find you.  

  Last week I went to Eastern Idaho, to help my company’s Pocatello store with inventory. I made a few stops along the way to take photos. This was a small town experience that I never expected.

  I should start by saying that Idaho license plates have a “county code” on them, so there is no hiding the fact that you are from the big city. 

  My first stop was in Hammett, Idaho. Hammett is a sleepy, little, forgotten town since the freeway bypassed it. Curiosity made me want to stop. I went into the general store, bought a soda and talked to the owner. I asked if it would be okay to take photos. He was thrilled with the idea that someone from the city cared enough to stop in the little town. I am sure if I had time he would have given me a 50 year history for the place. I knew I did not need permission, but it felt like the right thing to do.

  My second stop was a wide spot in the road called Raft River. The only thing there is an old service station with a phone booth. I don’t think there are even any homes. The gas station is on a frontage road visible from the freeway. Raft River is about 40 miles away from any town which has services. When I got off of the freeway I did notice a tractor working out in the field, but did not give it a second thought. Just as I was taking my last photo I hear a voice asking, “what are you doing?” I explained that I was simply taking pictures of the old building. My answer brought up more questions about why I wanted to take pictures? After about five minutes I think he was satisfied that I was not going to use these photos for anything bad, or say anything negative about their rural lifestyle. Just about the time that the gentleman was satisfied with my answer, someone else showed up in a pickup. The first man sent them away saying that all was well.

    Once we established trust he told me a little history that he knew about the property, I gave him my blog address, and I left.

   Friday on my way home I went through the mountain pass. I saw a great shot of the open road and mountains in the distance. I have only seen a couple of cars in the past hour. My car was on the side of the road & I was standing outside with my camera. I heard a hay truck coming down the highway, but again did not give it a second thought. The young woman driver stopped her truck and got out to make sure I was not in need of help.

   My last stop was for coffee, no camera involved. I stopped in Arco, Idaho at the one size fits all pharmacy/coffee shop/store, etc. When I walked in all eyes were on me, from the time I came in until I left. I am sure they do not get many strangers in these remote towns.

The difference between rural life and city life is:

 City life welcomes freeways.

There are thousands of towns like Hammett, Idaho that were on the main highway between Portland and Salt Lake City. They relied on travelers to spend the night, buy a burger, etc. The freeway came in a mile to the north and cut them off from all of that commerce. All that money gone.

City life, if you were to take photos of an abandoned building no one would notice.

Rural life, someone will drive a tractor across the field to find out what you are doing, not to be nosy  but to make sure that you are not doing anything bad.
In the city, if two (probably armed) men asked what you were doing you would probably be asking myself what?

Rural life, I was not worried at all.

City life, if someone is stopped along side the highway most people would keep going, especially a woman driving alone.

Rural life, she stopped.

City life, no one cares if you walk into a coffee shop, whether you are from the city or the country.

Rural life, everyone knows if a stranger is in town.

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Saturday, March 16, 2013


I have posted photos in the past of Anya and bags. We left a bag in the spare bedroom for a week, she finally was able to show that bag who is the boss!!!

Compete Happiness

Definition of BLISS: Complete Happiness (Websters dictionary)   

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I have seen some strange disclaimers before but really?

This was on the inside wall of a plastic Port-o-let 

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Monday, March 11, 2013


This beautiful Crocus was in my flowerbed yesterday. This morning when I went outside it was already gone. 
Rose-hips still hanging on from the fall.
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Saturday, March 9, 2013

Still Standing!

I first saw this barn 16 years ago when we first moved to Idaho. I go past it a couple of times a year on the way to McCall Idaho, north of Boise. I keep thinking one of these times it will simply be a pile of firewood in the middle of the pasture.

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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

2nd place

This photo from the All Aboard post below was selected for second place in black-and-white-wednesdays photo contest.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

All Aboard!!!

The Boise train depot  was built by Union Pacific in 1925. The last Amtrak train left the Depot in 1997. Since that time the building has been used for weddings and other special events.   

Imagine the memories that took place at the "meeting station" 
First time to see a grandchild a son returning from world war II etc.

This man spent quite some time looking at the old steam locomotive. I overheard talking to a young women about spending years on the rails.     


The Building was completely renovated in 1993, preserving the beautiful Spanish architecture   
 Big Mike was retired by Union Pacific and donated to the City of Boise in 1956 It sat in a city park until 2007. At that time it was moved to it's current home at the Boise Depot. It sports a fully restored exterior including a shiny new paint job.  

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