By Sue Trollip
I took a family vacation to Boise, Idaho a few weekends ago. An odd destination made apparent by the bold looks of disbelief I received whenever I mentioned it beforehand. (Why Boise? Well, it was a scientific decision as are all well-planned holidays … basically we calculated the amount of hours we could spend in a car together while still remaining friends and found a place no one had visited on that arc of the map.)
We tried to set off early so the munchkins could sleep … a most enticing theory.
Half an hour before we reached our breakfast destination I got pulled over by the cops. He took one look into the car, explained some law that was not applicable in the State where I got my drivers licence and, with a look of sympathy at our car resembling an African taxi minus the chickens, waved us off.
It felt Karoo-like. I loved the drive.
Breakfast pancakes, more driving. Hotel check-ins and a walk home from dinner. And the deliciously oppressive heat. Ah yes 40C at 8pm.
River rafting down the Snake River.
Visiting the Botanical Gardens.
Eating Idaho potato ice-creams at the Westside drive-in diner.
Meandering, relaxing, soaking up the sunshine.
Then we drove home.
The Scribbling Scribes 
Sounds lovely, Sue. I’m hoping you’re still friends despite the encounter with the traffic cops. What exactly are Idaho potato ice-creams? It looks yummy but what did they taste like?
Hee-hee Susan, I’m sure you know me better than that … they are balls of vanilla ice cream shaped like potatoes, rolled in cocoa powder (the potato), topped with a dollop of whipped cream (sour cream) and drowned in chocolate sauce (gravy). A truly decadent delight!
I think I want one!
Sounds like they have helpful traffic cops in that region – I salute you for the massive drive and love your descriptions and pics. It’s in Sardinia I think, that they have ice cream burgers! maybe also made from potato?! thanks Sue, lovely blog 40 degrees and all.
Thanks Jac, it was well worth it, just for the heat.