The Idaho Experience
Idaho is a unique place in this world. I decided this when Jon and I stopped at the first gas station and noticed that we somehow did not fit in with everyone else. If we were to have fit in it would have required us to have smashed our teeth with a hammer, grow an ugly, dirty beard, wear worn out cover-all's and then get a giant Confederate Flag welded to the top of Jon's truck (which we would have just driven through the mud and drilled holes in the muffler) and then we would have ran off to marry our first cousin in a White Power meeting hall someplace down by the river where our fresh huntin' kill was hanging to bleed out.
Yeah... we didn't spend a lot of time there. And that whole confederate flag thing... we saw this jacked up 4x4 drive by with the HUGEST confederate flag I have ever seen in my life literally welded to the roof of the truck. They were flying it proudly in the wind and I just stood there with my mouth wide open trying to figure out if what I was seeing was real or not. That was just flat out creepy to say the least.
Enough of that...
Katieann got married. It was really good. I finally got to meet her family, which was.... umm... unique? And also got to meet her friends who I have heard so much about. That was nice. I met some really rad people who I hope to get to know better in the coming months. We did meet some really quality people... although the image of the confederate 4x4 kept driving through the back of my mind.
Since it is almost 11:00 and I need to drive to Taber tomorrow, I am going to keep this short. But I will give you a pictoral feast and give you a link to even better pictures so you can see some of the wedding yourself.
Pray for me this week in Taber! Once again, I hope to be able to update, but we'll see how that works out.
Hmmm.... I have tried to upload the pictures but they appear to not be on here. Maybe if I hit the publish button they will magically appear. If not... who knows where they went. At least I know I am going to bed.
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