We woke up early because we had to get to Clarkston in time to catch the jet boat that would take us on a 10 hour trek up and down Hell's Canyon. You see, when I say the Idaho Funk's treated us like royalty, I ain't exaggerating. Uncle Scott and Aunt Mary Ann had purchased Ben and I each a seat on the massive jet boat. We got there just after a bus load of 60-somethings. Good news for us, because that meant we got the two back seats on the boat, meaning of course that we had the best view. It also meant that we got soaked every time we hit the rapids (this is a good thing) and we got to sit by a mustached man named Brad. Brad is a nebula of wisdom, and he was the co-captain of our journey. Everyone is a dying star, and usually when a star dies it gives birth to new stars. Brad is a nebula that will most likely beget world peace or an arm wrestling championship. All that to say that Brad illuminated our jet boat ride like a double moon-bow in an ancient Redwood forest. He told us things the other passengers weren't getting to hear. And he told us what kind of rig he has.
The boat ride really was amazing. We saw rock taking the form of pliable metal rods in the shape of J's and horns.
We saw 12-16 wild Big Horn Sheep.
We saw ancient petroglyphs that the captain claimed were Native American but Brad told there was a good chance they were Extra-terrestrial. In contrast to the brittle bare basalt, we saw mound after mound of fuzzy canyon wall.
And don't forget, this is Hell's Canyon, so we kept our eyes out for its Prince, but he never came.
After getting off of the boat, we got a picture with Brad, and headed back to Lewiston. We pulled to see me cousins playing outside. Again, I don't know why they weren't inside playing video games like kids are supposed to. Ben and I went inside to find some red wine set out and some pork that was to be dipped in hot mustard and sesame seeds. Delicious. After a tasty dinner, tons of people came over and we just sat and talked into darker hours. The kids once again played outside. Oh, and Ben serenaded us with some Josh Ritter tunes. I played a little harmonica.
It was a really full day, and we saw a lot of what makes Idaho a great state. Thanks for the boat ride Idaho Funks.
More to come.
Oh, this is us and Brad.
