So last time I updated, I was in Salt Lake City, fresh off a trip through Arches National Park. And while I’d love to have loved SLC, I just didn’t. I tried going out to Antelope Island State Park, an island in the middle of the Great Salt Lake. And while it was vast, and beautiful in its own right, it was empty, barren. And that’s how I was feeling as I was leaving.
I had intended to head back into the city for dinner and make plans from there. But at the last minute, changed course and headed for Boise, Idaho. I will say, that is one of the things I’ve loved the most thus far. At any given moment, I can, and have, change my mind and do something out of order.
So, around one o’clock, I headed for Boise and left SLC in my rearview mirror. I can’t necessarily point to what felt off in Salt Lake. Maybe it was the permeation of the Ladder Day Saints throughout the city that made things feel weird. Perhaps it just was an off day for me personally. But it didn’t resonate with me in the slightest. And that’s what this whole trip has been about. Finding those places that resonate with me and that I find to be interesting. Salt Lake City was neither of those things.
As the sun was starting to set, I was nearing Boise. I wanted to get there before dark so that I could actually see the city on the way in and get my bearings for what was around me. And it didn’t disappoint.
People who know me, or have read some of my other writings, may know one of the stories that have followed me for a while is a story I was told while working for a running shoe store. It was there that I met Todd, an Iron Man athlete, and one of my favorite people to work with. He was from Indiana but recounted a story about his time spent living in Steamboat Springs, Colorado.
He was in search of something, but unsure of what. And when he traveled to Steamboat, which sits in a valley, he recalled cresting the road to head down into the valley and immediately knew he was someplace special. That was Boise for me.
Similarly, as the sun was at its most red and warm, setting on the horizon, I crested the road into Boise and felt that special feeling. Does this mean I want to move here and live forever? Not necessarily. But I can acknowledge that it is a unique place for me and someplace I have, will and could enjoy being. I still have a lot of miles ahead of me, and a lot of things to consider.
Boise has been great. I tried a Pho restaurant the first night that was ridiculously good, I walked through the parks yesterday, and now I’m sitting in a really cool coffee shop, planning where to go next. I was going to go north, but the weather doesn’t look like it’s going to cooperate for me. So now, I’m looking at Seattle, Portland, or someplace in between. Let me know what you think!