. two . every year the neighbors next to us put on this unreal firework show. we get out the canoes and sit in the water enjoying the spoils of a man who works for a firework company. booya.
. three . on a weekly me + my sisters jump on the quads and ride up our favorite mountains. there's this great little spot with a pond at the top where we hunt for salamanders. one year we caught over twenty and so naturally, we kept them as pets. our cousins had cousins who came to visit the cabin and they played with our sally's. we got a call weeks later saying they wanted us to send one of our sally's to a lab to be tested for salmonella because all their kids were crazy sick with salmonella. the audacity. to think, they would accuse our beauties of poisoning their precious spawn. pfffft. we proved them wrong. tests came out negative and the yearly salamander hunt lives on!
. four . basically these two spots of sunshine are my best friends. both are going on missions so we had one last shabang to send them off. we spent the day boating + golfing + soaking up our friendship. they'll be craze amaze missionaries + i'm excited for them but waaaah. why must they leave me?
. five. my g-pa is legit you guys. he's eighty-four and basically has the energy of a five year old. he makes us a new swing every year and this year he did not disappoint. swinging for days.
. six . this year we had owls who had babies who lived in our trees who hooted + screetched all night. who who who. but really. they were great. and those eyes. soul piercing.
. seven . most sundays we would go for a drive + explore the wide open plains. green trails + flowing rivers made for nothing short of a perfect sunday.
. eight . my cute sister in law Kristin had never flown a kite. she's canadian so were weren't entirely shocked that her foreign roots deprived her of an activity worthy of an entire song (mary poppins anyone?) we had to show this girl how to live so we flew kites the only way you can fly kites. on a golf cart. le duh.
. nine . how this thing still runs i do not know but the golf cart has treated us well.
. one . this year we found this great old train and we spent way too much time climbing on top and running around. there is something so magical about trains + train tracks. cliche i know, but it's true. you know it.
. two . one night we decided to go on a night hike. the moon was crazy bright so it's like why not climb a mountain at midnight? i'll tell you why not, the moon is not the sun. no matter how bright it may seem. it was quite the experience.
. three . on top of sunset hill. every night we would take the golf carts to the top of the hill on my g-pa's property and holy amazing idaho. you're sunsets make me swoon.
. four . fact: the Y chromosome does not exist on the nichols side of the family. hence, estrogen levels off the charts. girl upon girl upon girl. every year we float down oneida river and no, we are not a girls camp thank you very much.
. five . i lalalalove storms and idaho did not let me down. the best part? after every great storm was an even better rainbow. yes please.
. six . my uncle has a huge cow farm and every summer we take time to go feed the calves. they are like really big, bony puppies with knobbly knees and such and they're just the cutest.
. seven . every year the tiny town my g-parents live in has this huge weekend of parades + sidewalk sales + rodeos + carnivals and it is oh so much fun. mostly fun to see that the only reason this charming little town exists is for this weekend (and napoleon dynamite but every one is just the tiniest bit embarrassed about that so let's just keep it quite, ya dig?). anywho, for three nights in a row they put on the same parade, the same rodeo, the same little vendors on main street selling their goods but it's just so great. like, three days in a row great. you don't attend this parade every year of your life and not figure out how to get the most candy possible. people go crazy over a tiny girl in a big helmet with a box that says 'aim here'. you can't resist it. it's like only eating one potato chip from the bag. not possible. she walked away with a pizza + a box full of candy + frisbees + shirts + who knows what else.
. eight . that famous preston night rodeo. we go every year and it's the greatest. brawny cowboys, rodeo queens with way too much lipstick, obama jokes like there's no tomorrow + the finest redneck country folk around.
. nine . are you dying over this baby bunny? my g-pa bought pregnant bunnies and boom. tiny baby easter bunnies populating the area.
and just like that, the parade was over, the carnival packed up and preston, idaho returned to the sleepy little town it was meant to be. idaho, you have always been nothing but lovely to me. i love you.
until next summer,
kimberly
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