Snowcation in Boise, Idaho | Day 2
Saturday, February 13, 2021
When I awoke the next day, I gasped with delight at the view that met my eyes. In my sleep, as if by magic, the world outside my window had been clothed in white: perfect, undisturbed snow, which continued to float gently downward from the white-bearded grandfather pine trees above. Mounds of deep marshmallow slopes, ripe for making snowballs for unsuspecting boyfriends, lured me out of bed despite tired eyes that drooped against my will. I tip-toed downstairs.
I put on a pot of coffee and made a breakfast of bacon, eggs, and potatoes, which I shared with Chris when he woke up a little after me. We cuddled up to watch the snow, then he decided to read for a bit while I took a bath in the fancy tub at the cabin. It was a large, scooping tub set against majestic floor-to-ceiling windows, through which I could watch the snowflakes speckle the deep green tree branches and foggy mountainside. Adorning the window were sheer white curtains, delicately draped, and candles along the wall and shelves. Like the jacuzzi, it was a calming blend of icy cold and searing hot that left me feeling relaxed.
After spending some time talking, Chris and I decided to try out the snow shoes that the AirBnB hosts had provided. We hiked through the some 6+ inches of snow to the road that we’d driven the day before, and followed it upward. It took us to some amazing views: deep slopes that leveled out into clusters of trees, and sometimes a toy house the size of a peanut, nestled in between. The clouds had dissipated, revealing an incredible set of mountains that had been completely hidden from view the day before. “Those have been there the whole time?” I burst excitedly.
We turned back before we got too tired so we would have energy to play in the snow some more. Chris grilled burgers for lunch while I flew my drone again nearby, gradually getting braver with the controls. After getting it caught in a tree over the summer, I’ve tried to be more careful, but am starting to get the hang of it.
Chris and I ate our burgers (I burned the buns on the first attempt to pan-sear them but managed it the second time), then let ourselves digest a bit before heading out again. Then we had a snowball fight and built a snow fort, which Chris the Texan could not quite understand the purpose of. Meanwhile, Becca the New Yorker was rolling around in the freezing cold snow ignoring the fact that her toes were somewhere between numb and stinging in legitimate pain.
We returned indoors where we cuddled for warmth and watched what we could see of the sunset, chasing it from room to room to find the best angle. When we found our pursuits unsuccessful, we settled for watching movies—The Mummy and Olympus Has Fallen. I made brownies, one of which I shaped into a heart for Valentine’s day, since I wouldn’t be able to give Chris his present until we got back from the trip. Then we went to sleep. It was a good end to a good day.
