Day 16: Waiting to Go

So this is where things get… murky.

Day 16 is a perfect example of the wobbly Jenga tower of my memory, scaffolded with only a few scant pieces of information. I mean, you look at these 8 random photos and tell me what happened:

  1. Idaho has creepily branded vagina waxing stores, gross “dessert” sushi, and overrated trucker stops*

  2. Cousins Riley and Avery are crap house sitters

  3. Cousin Danny’s room is a hipster man cave

  4. And then I left for Boise

I don’t think there’s too much more to say about day 16. I was honestly just waiting for the mechanic in Boise to be ready for me. Turns out finding a combination of someone who can take not just an uncommon foreign vehicle, but also one the size of a houseboat, and in a reasonable time frame (remember the ticking doomsday clock of joblessness?) was somewhat challenging. But thankfully there was a guy. And the wait wasn’t too bad, it meant that got to spend more time with my Aunt Janet and Uncle Glen, that I got to see the adorable, if irresponsible, teen/tween housesitting cousins Riley and Avery, I had a truly epic visit with Bland, more time with Mike and Lindsay, and several very long, very welcomed soaks in one of two hot tubs. (Two hut tubs? Wow, you must be rich!)


*Seriously, someone really talked up this truck stop, “They have an amazing arboretum inside, filled with trees, you gotta see it!” One tree. And it was fucking fake.


Matthew Corson-Finnerty