I feel I was a bit harsh on poor old Idaho Falls in the last post. We’ve been here a month now, and wandering around the Downtown/Greenbelt areas today, I felt myself becoming fond of the place. I stumbled across a bluegrass festival on the river. It was awesome.
Sitting on the lawn listening to the music reminded me of the happiest weekends of my adolescence – our annual pilgrimage to the Port Fairy Folk Festival. (The Port Fairy Folk Festival was like an alternative universe – the smell of incense, the gypsy clothing, the heavenly music. I used to dream of running away with my penny-whistle to join a folk band, and I would spend days choosing the dangly beaded earrings I would buy each year.) Felix liked it too.
Well, ok, he was smiling at me there. But he didn’t mind hanging out on the grass and listening to music for an hour or so.
We also did a long walk along the river and saw ducklings,
the Mormon temple,
and the last vestiges of spring. The day was cloudy but warm, and only a little windy. I am getting used to the wind, anyway.