Monday, July 11, 2016

Vacation?

In my mind, the word 'vacation' usually evokes either exotic palm trees and relaxing beaches or interesting new cities to explore. It's hard for me to think of what I was doing last week as a vacation, but I guess technically it was.

I attended the Houdek family reunion in Middle of Nowhere, Idaho and then spent a few extra days in Utah to hang out with one of my best friends and avoid driving through Nebraska with the rest of my family.

We flew into Salt Lake because Middle of Nowhere, Idaho of course has no airport. It's such a bizarre déjà vu feeling to be back where I spent my 5 college years. There's something about the mountains, the dry, hot air, the stressful traffic, and seeing so many Mormons that brings back the most random memories (good and bad) that I thought my brain forgot about a long time ago.

The 2 highlights of our first day in Salt Lake was meeting my ADORABLE newest cousin Henry, and being reunited with my love Ollie (Jenna's puppy). Henry was born in December and I haven't seen Ollie since December, so it was a long and highly anticipated wait on both accounts. <3 them so much

The next morning we started the drive up north away from civilization. Along the way we stopped in Idaho Falls and Rexburg, both of which I've never seen. Here's a glimpse of the Idaho Falls temple, and what I assume are THE falls of Idaho Falls. We drove around the BYU-Idaho campus in Rexburg. My assessment: it really looks like a mini-BYU just minus the mountains and with the addition of close-by farmland and several preachy signs with rules.



Middle of Nowhere, Idaho is in reality named Island Park, Idaho (population: approx. 200). With all of the Houdeks that were able attend, about 20 of us all stayed in one big log cabin house. Besides spending time with the extended family, which of course was the point of the reunion, the highlight was spending 2 days visiting Yellowstone.


Sunset view from the cabin
I don't really hide that I'm the opposite of a nature person, but even I can admit it was pretty cool. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. I bought a new camera right before the trip and enjoyed testing it out.







My favorite thing to see was probably the Grand Prismatic Spring. It was such a weird feeling to be there because that day the temperature dropped to barely 50 degrees with cold wind (especially when you're dressed for hot summer weather). So you had the cold wind hitting you and then you'd walk through a cloud of steam and warm up. And then the steam would go away and you'd be shivering while seeing these crazy colors.







I saw at least 4-5 lost hats that were casualties of the wind. 



No hope of retrieval unless you want to risk this fate- that's the actual warning sign they put up haha



Anyways, it was nice to spend time with my extended family and visit Yellowstone again. We can't even remember when we went there last- my best guess is that I was about 9.


Love these people!

What happened to me being the tallest cousin?

I was a little nostalgic (and maybe in a bad mood at times) about how it would have been more fun if David had been able to come... considering that my sister had her husband to hang out with and my cousins are all quite a bit younger than me... but he's been trapped in France since the beginning of June. (This is the point where the sad violin music plays and everyone feels bad for me ;)

On the way back to Utah we drove through Logan, another exotic Western metropolis that we hadn't seen before. The temple was pretty, and we walked around the Utah State campus. Or in other words, the campus that thinks their BYU's rival but no one at BYU really cares about that "rivalry." But really, I thought Logan looked like a decent city that wasn't overbuilt like the Provo area.



The next day, my parents and Jenna and Cabren (and don't forget the dogs Ollie and Midas) started the long trek home to Wisconsin. We're all happy that they decided to move home! My parents helped them make the tedious 25 hour drive through the flattest and most visually unappealing state in the union, Nebraska (and don't forget the beautiful Wyoming and Iowa). I opted to get out of that and fly home a few days later instead. I bet you can't imagine why, right?

Trust me, I've made that drive enough times to last several lifetimes.

It was so good for the soul to hang out with my former BYU French House roommate and European travel buddy Olimpia while in Utah. We went through so much together: surviving French culture, Paul, traveling in random countries where we don't speak the language...



We had the time of our lives living together in Provo (our whole apartment was amazing- I've never laughed so much in my life) and then traveling together to something like 6 countries during 2013-2014. She had the brilliant idea to commemorate our trips with an Italian dinner, a French movie (both of which we also got to do with another great former roommate- Bethany!), Czech pastries for breakfast, Belgian waffles for dinner, and Austrian candy for dessert. #health

I was full for 2 days afterwards (oh and I forgot to mention the Cocoa Bean and Jamba Juice we also enjoyed), but it was so worth it!


This wasn't quite done the last time I was in Utah

I wish this was next door to my house
I had a little mishap coming home (probably karma for ditching my family), when my flight was cancelled and I had to stay an extra day. I got to the airport, went through security, waited an hour, flight was cancelled, waited in line to book a new flight, waited 2 hours, replacement flight was cancelled, waited in line to book a new flight, and then left the airport. I was more than a little tired of the airport at that point, so I hopped on the tram instead of waiting for a ride. It went well besides the fact that all of the sketchy people sitting around me were comparing how many jail sentences they've served and I felt a little out of place.

Luckily, my flight was cancelled in a place where I have family members to take me in. I stayed with my grandparents for another night. Before attempt #2 to fly home, they were nice to entertain me and sightsee around Temple Square despite the 100 degree weather.


I realize this is like the millionth temple picture I have in this post.
 It's not my fault because there's not much else in Utah.

As you might have guessed, the next day I made it back to good old Wisconsin. The end.

(I almost made it through this whole post without mentioning my favorite historical fact: Ernest Hemingway, after living for years in Paris, killed himself when he moved to Idaho. Oops, sorry. I didn't quite make it. And I was trying so hard to be positive about Idaho.)




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