McCall

This weekend we took a family trip to McCall, Idaho about two hours north of Boise. Driving there is quick, but windy. This was Zach's first windy road and we learned the hard way that Zach gets car sick. And he didn't get just a little sick. He lost his whole day of food and our car still smells of vomit aftermath. Thankfully I had packed towels. We found a good scenic overview to pull off at and Jacob swung the towel around and around like a helicopter to get all the chunks off. I still am having visions of chunks flying around and around over a view of the Payette River, and that pretty river will never be the same again. After his vomiting episode, Zach cheered right up and the rest of the car ride went pretty smoothly.

We stayed in this quaint condo/cabin. Quaint is my way of saying, old, could use a little bit of a facelift, but still totally doable and not the worst place I've stayed in. It had a loft and Zach thought it was pretty fun to play on the ladder.

For lunch on Saturday stopped at a burger joint called My Fathers Place. It was the best burger I've had in a long time. On the off chance you find yourself in McCall and you're hungry, this will not disappoint.

Nice and juicy, not too big and not too small full of flavor with a yummy sauce.

Saturday afternoon we went back to our quaint cabin to let Zach take a nap and we all ended up sleeping. It was probably the best thing that has happened. There was no internet, no computer, I didn't have chores to get done, no one to call, there wasn't anything else I really wanted to do. So I laid there with my eyes closed and I wasn't even tired. This may sound completely boring to most people, but for me, that was just what I needed. A chance to breath and not think about anything at all.

The rest of the trip we mostly just looked in all the touristy shops that all start to look the same after a while and played by the freezing lake, which Zach loved.

On our way out of town, we stopped at a breakfast restaurant called the pancake house where they serve cinnamon rolls bigger than your head. Unfortunately, quantity does not equal quality and we were both a little disappointed.

Zach survived the ride home with out losing any part of his cinnamon roll, and we stopped for ice cream at Jacob's parents house.

I definitely need more weekends like that!