It was time to do another first.
Take my friends to the family cabin at Bear Lake.
Friday night we packed into my car and away we went. We got to the cabin after it was dark and I found a little grill and we started the weekend off with an appropriate arrival snack:
Late night snacking was followed by late night chats until we decided that we might want to go to bed. So we each picked out bed and turned out the lights...
And woke up to this:
Beautiful morning.
I made breakfast and then we decided to go on a bit of an adventure.
But oh yes... I discovered that Grandpa Teuscher had a nickname in college:
Clever.
And then we began our adventure.
Said adventure took us to Paris...
Paris, Idaho, that is.
Amy is in disbelief over how many children Charles C. Rich fathered...
And then... we figured we might as well travel to Geneva, Idaho.
Look! I found the old homestead!
Then, we went to the lake. We were woefully unprepared to stay at the beach, unfortunately. But we all discussed making this a yearly tradition.
We drove around the lake and ended up at Bear Lake Pizza. Got some lunch.
We returned to the cabin, packed the car, double checked the checklist and locked it up.
Made one last stop (essential stop, I should add)...
And were back on the road. This time, we drove through Wyoming.
While in Evanston, I discovered that McDonald's ain't no joke in Wyoming:
Flat screen TV in the bathroom? Yes... yes that is.
Cheers!




























