32 hours to Boise

Dean called me one day last week and asked if I wanted to go to Boise with him. He said he was leaving in 1 hour and was planning to stay the night. He told me to find a babysitter and get ready. I couldn't ask someone to watch my kids for two days with 30 minutes notice but I didn't want him to have to go alone, and I didn't want to be left out so we just loaded up the kids and took them with us.

 Dean thinks its good for kids to be board. He doesn't believe in letting the kids watch movies in the car, I think they got way past board 20 minutes into the drive. We sang, read books, cried, colored, ate snacks, cried all the way to Boise. Trig slept for a few minutes but Josie just wouldn't let herself. Needles to say the drive was long, we made a 4.5 hour drive in 6.5 hours with fuel, dinner, and potty breaks. 

 Our mission was to mineral the cows that calved out there this winter and ride through them to check on them. So we get there... where ever there was; it was basically a bunch of nothing but is was really pretty. We were going to stay the night in the trailer house but Jed left if locked up tight (I'm not sure why its clearly in the absolute middle of nowhere, no one was going to find it and there is nothing in it to steal). Anyway Dean unloaded the horses and we took the truck to mineral the cows. We passed a newly dead baby calf so I'm going to blame Dean's bad mood on that and pretend that it wasn't from the long drive with bad company or the fact that I may or may not have told him he wasn't going to hit a large rock that high centered our truck. (I freak out about the small stuff, Dean wearing muddy boots in the house, Dean talking on the phone during our date, Our crazy mail lady writing notes on our mail... But he freaks out about the big stuff and I stay surprising very calm. Like when he gave Josie a tortilla chip, she chocked and turned blue, he just danced around biting his hand freaking out while I saved her life). Anyhow there we were Nowhere stuck on a rock, with tired babies, and it was dark. Dean did his freak out thing and I said a prayer. Dean was able to call a guy (why did we even have service) that he met when they shipped the cows there. He told him in cowboy language where we were -passed that gate ten miles, east of nothing, next to lots of sage brush, two hills down, and obviously on top of a stupid rock. I sang more to the kids and the guy came to help. His truck wasn't gutsy enough to get us out but he let us take him home and drive his tuck another 45 minutes to a hotel.

The cows got mineral so I'm counting this trip a success. 

We got to the hotel, the lady said $120 a night, Dean said no $60, the lady said okay. Who knew it was negotiable. Maybe at 11 pm with two babies you can just do what you want. Dean left early the next morning he mineraled the cows, got the truck out, and rode through the cows. The kids and I walked to the grocery store and they had a crazy good time drive the cart around. 

Dean came back and we all took a nap then went shopping at the outlet mall. 

 We went back to the ranch to get the horses and the horse trailer. I wanted to take the kids for a ride like we had originally planned but the weather was really bad the whole time we were there. So we played in the barn while Dean loaded up and then we were on our way home. This time we made a 4.5 hour drive in 7 hours.

 P.S. Dean said we can't go to Disneyland with his family because our kids are too little. At first I thought he was crazy but now I'm sure he couldn't be more right. Our babies are WAY to little to drive or fly any long distance.