We love being on the boat in the Pacific Northwest in the Summer. It’s magical. But there are other places that are magic too, and we really miss our family during this pandemic. So everyone has to weigh the risks, and decide what it reasonably safe. In late July we decided it was time to hit the road and run up to Corral Creek Ranch on the Camas Prairie in Southern Idaho.
As we’ve mentioned before, we used to do this run in one day when the kids were little; leaving at 2am to get lots of miles under the wheels before the kids woke up. Yeah. We’re older now. We don’t do that crazy stuff any more, at least not very much. Instead we find a winery somewhere near halfway to Idaho that allows you to spend the night. A winery such as Copper Belt in the dry hills East of Baker City Oregon.
They had great wines and a great view. Lovely.
Waking up the next day we only had a 4 hour drive; two hours to Boise, then two more up to the Ranch. Which, as you might imagine, with all 5 of my sister’s kids visiting was a 12 grandchild mad house. It was epic.
Karin kept saying, “I don’t remember it being this crazy when all our kids where this age.” Which prompted my sister Rebecca and I to look at her with that quizzical look on our faces. “What are you talking about? It was exactly this crazy when we all got together at the ranch.”
Part of the reason to come up at this time, late July, was to finally see Braden, Breanna and her buddy Laura compete in the 4H livestock shows at the Camas County Fair. We’ve always come earlier in the summer and never got to see the final showing. This was to be our year, and it was a lot of fun to see the kids show their animals.
The Camas County Fair was a little subdued this year because everyone was trying to keep reasonable distance and stay in family groups as best as possible. Idaho has bit hit hard in some areas, but Camas County has only had one case of Corona Virus. Folks were being mindful while still trying to have a good time.
Part of the fun was the parade through town, with everyone spaced out. It was short…but still fun for the kids….as a small town celebration should be.
The only thing we missed was the big main street dance. They usually close down main, put a band up on a hay wagon, and party into the night down town. It’s all ages and the little kids love dancing with mom and dad, and grandpa too. This year they decided it was too risky with the pandemic. The Iron Mountain Inn did a smaller thing in their dirt parking lot….but it wasn’t really the same. We’ll come back again when we can do the dance right.
But boat chores call in early August, so it was time to head home. And yes, another trip, another winery where we could stay the night. This time it was Analare Winery near Benton City in SW Washington. It was another magic place, half way, where we could socially distance and support a local business.