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Hells Gulch and Back

I hesitate to blog without photos. I think the pictures really add to the story. Heck, would you read a magazine article without a few pictures? I know I wouldn’t. But, maybe this last adventure will help me remember to pack the camera, even if I think we’re just going to the local post office!  

We live 7 miles down a gravel road, then 15 miles off the major highway. Not much in between, a dumpster and a quick mart. So, that means, trips into town need to be planned. I needed to pick up a package at the PO, get stamps, Lance needed to restock his cheap cigs, and we needed to run by the bank for some cashola (I think he’s going to an equipment auction tomorrow, yee haw, I hope he’s able to sleep with all that anticipation running through his veins).

Ok, uneventful trip to Saint Maries PO, the usual nice nice people here and there. Ready to head home when Lance asks me to plug in an address for GreenTech Solutions in St Maries. A place he found on the internet that specializes in alternative energy. Ah, cool, I think, on the way home and it means we can see some new areas of the town, rather than taken the same route home.

I should have been a wee bit concerned when Ms. GPS had us turn right onto Hells Gulch Rd. Oh, my goodness. I think secretly Lance knew it was a road less traveled. Equipped with his new Dodge 3500 duly truck, we set course for a business that helped you get off the grid, and they were WAY off the beaten path. Mr. Pickup trekked up narrow, winding, bumpy, steep, dirt roads, headed skyward. What kind of business was this? When we finally got to where the GPS said , it was a vacant field. The vacant field actually looked inviting after the timber forest and the junkyard lot. Keep in mind, I get unnecessarily anxious being on narrow dead end dirt roads. Thankfully I didn’t hear the gas gauge ding, or I would have been in worry-overload.

Lance decided to give up and just call the guy later (THANK YOU JESUS). As we’re heading home, Lance sees a sign that MIGHT be this guy’s other business and with a quick turn off the road, we’re headed up to some gigantic house on the hill. We pull up into this strangers driveway as the somewhat perplexed owner comes out to greet us. ‘Hi, I’m Lance’, my husband announces, then quickly jumps out of the truck to shake his hand. You could see the homeowner search his memory bank for a character he should know, named Lance.

Long story short, they have an informative discussion on alternative energy. They exchange cards and we set sail for home. We met another nice Idahoian, saw several amazing views and survived the winding road through Hells Gulch…. Dang, will any trip ever be ‘mundane’? Me thinkith not.

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About Lets Go To Idaho

Me, Mare, empty nester, flew the coop (& heat) of Alabama and landed in northern Idaho. Bought a house without setting foot in the state. This blog was created in the summer of 2011, as my beau, Lance and I were packing to move to north... Many things, big and small, have happened since that blistering hot July in Bama when I began this blog. Read about our whirlwind adventures. Our real life love story. The good, the bad, the silly and the crazy things that happen to us.

3 responses »

  1. Sounds like every day is an adventure,eh? You sure know how to spin a yard, Mare. I always dig reading your creative posts. 🙂 And living vicariously through your adventures. Maybe one day when the kid(s) are grown … sigh!

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  2. It’s time to update the “About Mare” section for your blog! 🙂

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  3. Krista, I regret not having more adventures when the kids were young. Don’t get me wrong, a ‘normal, happy, storybook childhood’ wasn’t a bad thing, but they’d both have grander stories to tell, had I not waited to get more adventureous….

    Di, I just hope I know how..this technical bloggishdom doesn’t come easy for ME.

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