Have you ever been out in the middle of nowhere? I mean feeling like you are truly away from everybody else? Well that's what Kilgore Idaho feels like. On the way home from the trip to Yellowstone, we made a detour to Kilgore. Kilgore is a tiny town on the Idaho/Montana border that Susan grew up in. Last year, Susan's mother died and she inherited some of the property that they had in Kilgore that they used for farming. We had to take a 14 mile dirt road from Island Park to get to it. The feeling of isolation is much different than the feeling you get when you're in the back country of a national park. It almost feels like time forgot about that little spot of earth. When we got there, the 160 acres were covered in large daisy-like flowers. Everything is still and quiet. It is a beautiful and peaceful spot, I hope it always stays like that.
We drove around, crossed the stream and played in the field. It was a nice detour.
The last picture is taken in front of what is called "The Idmon" house (Idmon is an amalgam of Idaho and Montana). The white house is the house Susan lived in when she was a little girl and the log cabin is what her parents lived in the first year they were married. They lived in the back yard of his parents. When Susan was a little bit older, the Hunters moved to the thriving metropolis of Hibbard. That's the house that I would go to when we would go to visit Granma Hunter.
We had a great trip and it's good to be home. Now back to the mundane.
