When Jackie and Larry married after we graduated U of I in 1970, they spent a couple of summers at a Cow Camp in the Sawtooth. I drove my little red Ford Maverick up to them, straddling huge washes in the dirt road and climbing using my gearshift car, preparing for SF I think. Then the bath was a cold spring creek. So when Jackie and Larry would talk about the cabin they built, Larry would set me up about it being better than the cow camp-it had a generator!
Instead a gorgeous lodge like home with huge high windows and natural rock and wood finishes was our weekend retreat. If you are from Idaho you know how wonderful McCall is-the Payette Lake is big and blue and beautiful. The town is little, personal, old Idaho with some wonderful new additions such as a huge indoor ice rink.
At any rate we went site seeing and were in some of the original small towns that put on events on the big Labor Day weekend. Car shows delighted Russ, history and ice cream was fun for all and a tour of Tamarack Ski Resort open us to some dreams for the future.. Mostly we loved the time on the deck over the river. Thrown in was the funeral of my Aunt and so we borrowed the Brown’s car. Also Jackie and remembered our rides from northern Idaho to our homes in Gooding- a full day or night of winding roads where we usually washed our hair after our last final, put it up in rollers and slept most of the way home. In fact we could only remember some of the stops because after days of finals we were just plain dead on our feet. I remember Jack Varin our wonderful friend who was our main ride! He was so good to us. Then I remember waking up, taking the rollers out and combing my hair somewhere around Bliss. Those of you who knew us back in the late 60’s probably recognize some of these memories.
Remember if you click on the photos you can follow the slides and read the titles and comments. Go to McCall, Idaho images on Google- you will be amazed.