Hey y'all -
Your schools were both closed yesterday for a teacher workday, so we had a three-day weekend to spend together. We decided, on a whim, to go spend a few days in nearby Wallace, Idaho. I feel like I've written about Wallace here before, but just in case:
Wallace is a tiny mountain town with a population of 700-something. It's nestled between two ski areas and is surrounded by great hiking (which we did lots of) and biking (which I am philosophically opposed to, because it hurts my hiney). It's also economically depressed and has a "Twin Peaks" vibe to it, now that most of the mining operations that made it famous are closed down. Its climate is rainy Pacific Northwest, and everything has moss growing on it. All of the shops are closed on Sundays, but the 5 bars are still open. Every single building downtown is on the National Register of Historic Places, so the federal government was forced to elevate the interstate; I-90 goes above/around the town instead of through it. You can see the on ramp at the end of the street here:
Because Wallace seems to have halted all progress in the mid-1950s, it's also the kind of place where you can still enjoy "dangerous" playground equipment like the metal merry-go-round, and a four year-old can walk down the middle of the street, eating his strawberry ice cream without a care in the world.
Here's a glimpse at our weekend:
Now everybody back to school!
Love,
Mom
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