Saturday was the start of our vacation. It was a week long planned trip to not plan a thing. We were packing up all the camping necessities: tents, bags, couple sets of clothes, bathing suits, tubes for floating, bikes for riding, food for eating…. No plans, nothing set in stone, no stress to be somewhere or get anywhere. We had ideas. Matt wanted to ride the trails of Sun Valley. I wanted to head to Coeur d’Alene in honor of the Head and the Heart. But we also said, what happens, happens. If we decide to stop and stay longer somewhere, good. If it was raining somewhere and we wanted to move on, so be it. The point was no traveling stress. It ended up being a good thing since the trip definitely didn’t go as we ever would have imagined, much less planned.
Even the start of the trip, the packing, was approached with a laissez faire attitude. We didn’t start until Saturday morning and didn’t finally get on the road until almost 4 pm. Okay, whatever, we will get there eventually. It was near sunset as we got to our first camping spot at Beaver Creek, about an hour from Sun Valley.
We got in with time to set up camp, make some quick sandwiches for dinner, roast some marshmallows, and hit the sleeping bags. It was a cold night, a sleepless night, but we woke with excitement. After warming by the fire (it was easily only 30 degrees when we woke), I finally got the energy to head out on a run. Again, my goal for training was a hands off approach, come what may… enjoy the run. Seven miles of beautiful surroundings made that very easy.
I got back and found my 4 little loves, loving camp life.
They were playing a game called Pain Pilot in the hammock. Perry was the pilot and was doling out the pain to any of the riders. Pain Pilot took a bad turn when the pilot left and the other 3 decided to continue on… things got a bit out of hand and resulted with Marley being thrown off the hammock onto his face. That was the end of Pain Pilot.
The remainder of the day was to be spent in Ketchum at Sun Valley resort. Matt wanted to ride the trails. In the summer hikers, spectators, and mountain bikers can ride the gondolas up to the top and make their way down the mountain. Cyclists even have a ride for their bikes. While Matt was off on that awesome adventure, the boys and I rode our bikes on the paths of Ketchum. The Sawtooth Mountains are really an incredible sight.
That night we feasted on burgers, campfire potatoes, roasted corn, and quick granola with pluots. Matt had checked the weather when we were in Ketchum (there was no cell service in these remote forest areas) and rain was on the radar for the evening and early morning. We decided to pack everything up except our tents and bags, and in the morning move onto a new place. Like I said, just go with the flow. It was a great plan because nothing got wet. It was a cold and wet morning, which made just getting the tents packed away a chore. It was great to not have an entire camp to pack up.
We decided to head to Lowell, Idaho where we could float on the river and ride our bikes, perhaps for the remainder of the trip. It was totally fine to not get to Coeur d’Alene this trip. Go with the flow. We headed back towards Boise to do a scenic drive to Lowell through the Boise National Forest, beautiful, grand, remote. Only an hour from home, a massive doe jumped from a sage bush and before Matt could barely hit the brakes smashed into the drivers edge of the car. Shook the shit out of the car and most certainly died immediately on impact. Thankfully we were fine. Everyone was a bit shaken, sickened at the thought of the poor deer, and saddened because we had to head home. Luckily, the car was still drivable since we would still be figuring out how to get out of there were it not able to drive home.
It isn’t what we imagined. It isn’t what we planned. It isn’t what we wanted. But we have to feel lucky it was only what it was. Matt and I very much realize that we all could have easily died. Deer accidents kill people all the time, especially on highways when you are traveling as fast as we were. The damage to the car was negligible for all intense purposes. The trip was shortened, but Matt is still on vacation. We live in one of the best cities where floating down the river and biking around are all things we can still do all week. We didn’t plan a staycation, but we are going with the flow and have exciting adventures on the horizon this week.