Just got back from a road trip to Boise, Idaho, for our annual CASE conference. Let me tell you, between Missoula and Boise there is a whole lot of not much. It's 369 miles of mountains, rivers -- the Snake, Salmon and Lochsa -- high valleys and a few small towns. The scenery is gorgeous, but all those winding mountain roads add up to a solid eight hours of driving time.
I had a nice time in Boise -- it was my first visit -- and was surprised to learn the area has a strong Basque culture. I went to some interesting conference sessions (my favorite was about how to handle being interviewed for television news), picked up my Gold award and got to dress up for a gala banquet.
I love traveling and consider myself blessed to have been to Vancouver, Seattle, San Francisco, New York, Boise, Butte (twice) and Chinook/Havre (twice) in the last year. In fact, since I've been doing so much traveling lately, I finally allowed myself to purchase my first set of nice, matching luggage last week. I felt like such a grown-up.
However, at the moment I also feel like a barn-sour mule. More than anything in the world, I want to stay home, love on my kitties and focus on my last semester of grad school. I flat refuse to leave the Missoula Valley until at least June. And if anyone tries to make me, I'm going to dig in my heels and bray.
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