Potato Land

Yesterday I crossed the border.

Have you ever been to Idaho?

Ya it's just like you would imagine. Nothing but fields.

There is a fabulous blue sign as you can see in the picture above to welcome you into the state that is "Too great to litter" (as seen on another sign).

You know the signs you see on the side of the road that are yellow diamonds and have a picture of a deer on them? Well they have a couple of those in Idaho, but mostly they have pictures of cows on them. Ya. And trust me there were cows enough to justify the signs.

Have you ever heard of Preston? I have too. Like a million times. Everyone has a relative from Preston or from some town like "Riverdale, which is by Preston." And then everyone else says, "Oh ya, by Preston. I have a cousin in Preston."

So you'd think it was a big town right? No.

As you enter, there is a little green sign that says, "Welcome to Preston, population 4,975."

What? That is only twice the size of good old Lehi High. How can everyone and their dog have a relative in this place?

And look what I saw in this little town of Preston:

That's right. One flashing yellow light in the middle of the one intersection.

Um, okay.

So you are probably asking your computer screen, "What in the crap were you doing in Preston?"

Let me tell you.

I got an invite from an old high school friend (te he I'm so cool) to go up there to her grandparents' house and spend the day with them because she and her family were visiting for a few days.

So I was like, "Well let me check my schedule..." Nothing.

And then, "Sweet I would love to spend a whole day in the company of farmers and eat free food."

Thus I was on my way to Potato Land.

My friend, who we shall call "Courier MT" for the purposes of this blog, put me on the phone with her daddy to tell me how to get there. He didn't even have to give me an address. He just told me how to get there and I got there. That's how nothing there was. I basically just drove straight for 45 min and bam I arrived.

And what exactly did I arrive to? A little house in the middle of a bunch of big fields. It was so cute.

I went in and met her grandparents and cousins and then we sat down for dinner. But really it was lunch. Only, on a farm you call it dinner. Dinner was sandwiches and corn and watermelon and carrots and other foods of the like.

Then was dessert. Dessert after dinner may not sound strange to you, but like i said, this was really lunch, so I was surprised.

First a little chocolate cake was brought out. I ate a slice.

Then her grandma said, "Does anyone want some ice cream?"

I did not, but most of the boys did. So they began their ice cream eating and then Courier MT's daddy brought out a pan and said, "Who wants apple crisp?"

Wow.

Finally dinner was done and we decided to take a tour of the farm.

So me, Courier MT, her daddy, and her brother hopped on a four wheeler (the same one, it was big) and took us a tour. It was a lot of field.

It was so cute because her daddy grew up on this farm so he had all these memories and stories from when he was a little boy and what he and his sibs would do. We drove through some puddles and got a little muddy but that was cool because that's just what you do on a farm.

Oh, I forgot to mention, everyone was wearing the typical jeans, sturdy shoes/boots, and plaid button up shirt that would be expected on a farm. It was adorable.

Then we went and saw some puppies that were born a few weeks ago.

Then we girls went in the house to chat like girls do and the boys went out on the farm to work the afternoon away.

A little before supper, we girls began to prepare the meal by chopping veggies and making salads and what not. That night was going to be the traditional "weenie roast."

When we were ready, we fetched the males from their hard job of fixing pipes and sprinklers and welding things and told them to come for the weenie roast.

They came.

We roasted.

It was a delight.

Then we had gourmet smores. I'm not even lying, they were SO scrumptious. I hate smores, but these were divine.

Then we played a game with a title pronounced like this: eee-knee, eye-knee, over. Only you say it like "EEEKNEEEYENEEOVER!!"

So you split in two teams and one team goes to the front of the house, while the other goes to the back. Then the team with the ball says, "EEEKNEEEYEKNEEOVER!!" And they throw the ball over the house. The team on the other side tries to catch it. If they miss, they pick it up and then they say "EEEKNEEEYEKNEEOVER!!" And then they throw it back over the house to the other team. But if they catch it, they run around the side of the house and touch as many people on the other team with the ball as they can. If you get touched with the ball, you have to join that team.

It was so fun.

SO fun.

And it was actually quite tiring too.

We played that until the sun went down.

My day on the farm had ended.

So I expressed my gratitude to all farmers involved, and to Courier MT, and then I headed home.

Idaho was made in Heaven.