Written by Wildcat Dianne on 02 Mar, 2008
The summer of 1994 was a crazy one for me. I was just married, and my now ex was off in Colorado tending to his sick mother, and I wasn't about to spend the summer in Moscow, Idaho, where we were attending the University…Read More
The summer of 1994 was a crazy one for me. I was just married, and my now ex was off in Colorado tending to his sick mother, and I wasn't about to spend the summer in Moscow, Idaho, where we were attending the University of Idaho alone and not making any money with a crappy summer job up there because every summer, Moscow becomes a ghost town when school's out for summer.
So I went home to Donnelly, Idaho to spend time with Mom, my sister Erika, and our zoo which at the time consisted of two German Shepherds named Nicholas and his younger brother, the famous Loki, and four cats. I worked full time at Bryan's Burger Den, where my sister was a manager, and I had worked there for the last 6 months of 1993 before going to the University of Idaho to complete my Bachelor's Degree.
Being home was a lot better than being alone up in Moscow, and Mom and I did a lot together on my days off from work. One of our adventures with Nicholas and Loki was a day trip to Lake Josephine. This tiny and pristine little lake about 10 miles north of Dad's home in McCall is a favorite fishing and hiking haven for locals and very little tourists.
But getting to Lake Josephine was an adventure in itself. Nicholas was not one of the best car passengers, and most of the trip from Donnelly to McCall was listening to Nicky barking at every that passed us on Highway 55, and it's made worse that his barking and jumping in the backseat of a 1985 Mitsubishi Mirage hatchback made the car shake everytime. One bark for cars and two for trucks!
After about a half-hour of travelling with 95 pounds of hell in the back seat and his little brother, we got to the road leading to Lake Josephine. Now this is where it gets even more treacherous. No car traffic, but we were now facing about three miles up a dirt road full of rocks and potholes that would make ones kidneys rattle. Dear Readers: Ever notice most of the Fernstrom family adventures involve twisty, dirt, and rocky roads? In a small car like ours, it was worse, and there were points on this road from hell that we thought the bottom would fall out of the car after hitting some nasty bumps.
But rest assured, dear readers, Mom, Nicky, Loki, and I made it to Lake Josephine intact, and we were greeted with some of the most beautiful scenery in Southwestern Idaho. Mountains surrounded the tiny lake that had rocks and fallen trees sticking out of it, and Mom and I soaked it all in for a few minutes before heading to Lake Josephine itself.
Nicholas was a pretty smart German Shepherd in his short life, and he could sniff out a swimming hole in his sleep, if he could, and before we were out of the car, Nicky and Loki had jumped out of the car and were halfway to the lake before Mom and I were out of the car. Mom and I had get out of the car fast before Nicky and Loki saw any of the other folks enjoying a day at the lake and greeted them.
But "Jaws I and II in flea collars" were having a ball in the water and could care less about the other tourists. Mom and I walked around the lake and took our shoes off to enjoy soaking our feet in the cold water of Lake Josephine while taking pictures and throwing sticks into the water for Nicky and Loki to chase. Surrounded by huge pine trees and mountains, there was plenty of shade to shelter all of us from the July heat.
One of my favorite pictures from this trip is one of me with Nicky and Loki. Sitting on a log in the water, I am holding a stick in the water that Nicky is staring at in hopes of another game of fetch. Loki is staring at the camera with that cute puppy dog look that we have loved over the years. Everytime I look at that picture, I get many warm and fuzzy feelings.
Our time at Lake Josephine was very relaxing for dogs and humans alike, and Mom and I were glad that the other tourists had left, and we had the place to ourselves to enjoy. After swimming, Nicky and Loki got out of the water and ran around the shore with Loki following his big brother through the woods and on the logs in the water.
After about 90 minutes at Lake Josephine, it was time for all of us to go home. We loaded Nicky and Loki into the car and made that lovely ride down the rocky road to Warren Wagon Road and to Highway 55. The swimming and fun had whooped Nicky, and he and Loki slept the whole way home in the backseat that was torn up from Nicky's nails. Mom and I enjoyed the peace and quiet the whole way home.
Nicky suddenly passed away from twisted stomach or colic in May 1997, and his brother is now 14 and arthritic but still a lover. Looking at Nicky and Loki enjoying Lake Josephine that day in July 1994 brings back a lot of happy memories from that crazy summer and a couple of hours at one of our Private Idaho's favorite places.
Written by Wildcat Dianne on 11 Feb, 2008
HOORAY! The doors of the Qwest Arena finally opened, and our frozen bodies could finally go inside to cast our vote for President of the United States and warm up. The line moved slowly, and I kept telling Mom we would be inside…Read More
HOORAY! The doors of the Qwest Arena finally opened, and our frozen bodies could finally go inside to cast our vote for President of the United States and warm up. The line moved slowly, and I kept telling Mom we would be inside soon and get warm. About 10 minute after the doors opened, we made it inside, and more volunteers asked everyone who they were voting for, Hillary Clinton, John Edwards, or Barack Obama. This would determine where everyone would sit inside the arena and make it easy for the head count later on. When Mom and I got inside, a lady volunteer asked us who we were supporting, and we both said, "Barack Obama." We were sent to the right of the entrance and the seats on the right side of the arena. If we had filled out our ballots, we could deposit them in the ballot boxes set up at the front of the arena. Anyone who was undecided could wait until the speeches were over to cast their vote, but we could not go home until the head count was done after 7 p.m.
The seats on Obama's side were filling up fast, and the Uecker seats seemed to be filling up first. There were seats on the floor of the arena where the Idaho Steelheads play hockey, and Mom and I took seats there. We had a good view of the stage and could see everything from our vantage point. Hillary Clinton's side of the arena on the left wasn't filling up as fast as Barack Obama's, and there was only a small section next to our floor seats reserved for John Edwards along with undecided voter seats on the floor and a small section in the nosebleed seats.
Our seats had a couple of more goodie bags along with signs saying Obama '08: Barack Obama.com on blue cardboard for all to hold up before and during the speeches. Mom and I agreed to take our signs home as souvenirs and hang them in our windows or in the house. "That ought to make the Republicans in the neighborhood happy!", I quipped.
By 6:30, our side of the arena was almost full, and we heard that people were being turned away outside because they weren't expecting so many people to vote on this day. There were many empty seats on Hillary's side, but it looked like everyone was voting for Obama. Since Mom and I were planning on leaving about 8 since the weather was supposed to be snowy and I had to get up at 4 a.m. for work the next morning, we were glad when another volunteer came around and said after the head count and if we had cast our ballots, we could go home.
During the 1:45 minute wait for the Caucus to begin, several folks around us were on their cell phones getting news about the other Caucuses and Primaries throughout the USA. 22 states were having their primaries or Caucuses on February 5, and Idaho was one of them. Before leaving home, we found out that Mike Huckabee had taken Arkansas for the Republicans, and not long after sitting down in the arena, we found out that Obama had taken Georgia at a rate of 2:1. Everyone on the Obama side broke out in estatic cheers.
Finally at 7 p.m., the festivities began. Volunteers were running around making the head counts, and then we stood for the Pledge of Allegiance and The National Anthem. The American flag was behind our seats, and some folks couldn't find them at first and one guy joked about having to salute the "United States of Budweiser" in reference to the neon Budweiser bottle near the flags!
After the anthem and pledge, the speakers started their speeches. Each keynote speaker for their candidate would come on stage in alphabetical order of the candidate's name. So that meant, Hillary Clinton's supporter was first, followed by John Edwards, and then Barack Obama. First they honored five veterans of World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, and Iraqi Freedom, and Randy Johnson, a veteran of Iraqi Freedom, gave a good speech on why he supported the Democratic Party.
Hillary Clinton's chief Idaho supporter and keynote speaker was Bethine Church, widow of Senator Frank Church, who served Idaho as a Democratic Senator during the 1970's until his untimely death in 1982. Bethine Church has still remained involved with the Idaho Democrats since her husband's death. Although Mrs. Church was in a wheelchair and had to be lifted onto the stage, she was still a commanding presence, and everyone stood up and gave her a standing ovation. The speech was about 10 minutes long and Mrs. Church said her long time friendship with Hillary and Bill was one of the reasons why she was supporting Hillary for president.
Mrs. Church's speech over with, we listened to John Edward's supporter, and then the place erupted when Boise Mayor Dave Bieter came on stage supporting Barack Obama. Idaho's governor Butch Otter, Senators Larry Crapo, and the infamous Larry Craig ("I have a wide stance, your honor!"), and representatives to Congress are all republicans, but the Boise Mayor is a Democrat. What better person to support Obama is Dave Bieter? It took a while for the audience to calm down after Mr. Bieter was introduced, and he started talking which frenzied the crowd more.
It was at this time that Mom and I made our way out of the Arena to get home. If we had stayed, we would never had gotten home at a reasonable hour and I would have been way too tired for work the next morning, but it would have been for a good cause.
The next day at work, I told my friends at work about our going to the Caucus, and my buddy Rusty in Hardware said, "you were at the Caucus!? So was Barbara and I!" I asked where Rusty and his wife were sitting, and he said they were in the Uecker seats near the American and Canadian flags. I said to Rusty, I thought I was the lone Democrat at work and that I was glad I wasn't alone in my political beliefs.
Participating in a Caucus is a great experience for one to have in a lifetime, and I highly recommend it in order to keep informed on the politics in one's state. It was a big learning experience for Mom and me, and the thousands of others who were there that cold night in February.
After having dinner at Old Chicago, Mom and I bundled up and walked over to the Qwest Arena where the Idaho Democratic Caucus was being held on February 5, 2008. Our local news station told us that the doors to the arena would open…Read More
After having dinner at Old Chicago, Mom and I bundled up and walked over to the Qwest Arena where the Idaho Democratic Caucus was being held on February 5, 2008. Our local news station told us that the doors to the arena would open at 5 p.m. and that we should arrive early in order to get a good seat. The Qwest Arena is a small venue located in Downtown Boise that only holds about 7,000 people, so Mom and I left home early to do errands and have an early dinner.
Mom and I got to the Qwest Arena about 4:30, and the line was about halfway across the Grove, where the arena is located. There were two lines leading to the entrance, and we weren't sure which line we were to be in until someone said that each line was for each Congressional District. In Ada County's case, it is split into two Congressional districts, 1 and 2. Depending on where you live in Ada County was where you were to wait in line. Since Mom and I live in Meridian, which is about 11 miles from Boise, we are considered District 1, and we went into that line to wait for admittance into the Qwest Arena. We received a goody bag with a pen and information on the candidates and their mission. Since the publications had been put out before Biden, Edwards, and Richardson had dropped out of the race, they were still listed in the pamphlet. John Edwards supporters were invited to the Caucus since many of them were divided between voting for Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama, and the night's speakers would help them decide on who to support.
Considering it was about 30 degrees with a windchill in the 20's and snow flurries were starting to fall as we waited outside, there was a huge crowd starting to gather to participate in the Democratic Caucus. After 8 years of Bush and the Republicans in the White House, Idaho's Democrats are sick of the war, recession, and the Republican good 'ole boy network and came out in droves to cast their "VOTE FOR CHANGE."
After freezing in line for a few minutes, a Barack Obama volunteer came through the lines with ballot forms for us to fill out. I got my ballot filled out pretty quick, but Mom insisted on using my back as a desk and filling out her ballot took longer because she was cold and shivering and her pen kept freezing up on her. GRRR! Ballots filled out, we held on to them in order to turn them inside and waited a few minutes more to get inside. ANother volunteer was signing up people to vote in the November elections, but they didn't need a voter card to vote in the caucus, but it's better to be registered now.
A young kid was coming through the line with Obama stickers to put on our coats or purses, and Mom and I got a couple of stickers for us, and from all of the people we saw waiting in line with us, most of them were voting for Barack Obama. There were also people selling Barack Obama t-shirts in orange or blue.
Being so cold, Barack Obama had set up a coffee stand for people to get free coffee or hot chocolate to keep them warm while waiting in line. I offered to get Mom some just for her to warm her hands on the cup, but she said she would be OK. A few minutes longer, Mom was not enjoying waiting in line in the cold, and some of the folks working the coffee table started to walk through the lines giving everyone a cup of coffee who asked. They came up to us, and I said I would take a cup. Mom declined, and I had a few sips of the hot coffee although I am a tea drinker. HEY! It was something warm for the body. After a few sips, I gave Mom the cup, and she gave in and took the cup to keep her hands warm.
By 5:00, the line to get inside the Qwest Arena was out to 8th Street on the west side of the Boise Grove, and people were still coming. And Mom and I thought we were endangered species being Democrats in Idaho. Boy, were we wrong!
Finally at 5:00, the doors to Qwest Arena, and over 6,500 frozen Idahoans made their way inside. For Part II on the Idaho Democratic Caucus, please go on to my next entry, The Idaho Democratic Caucus.
Written by Wildcat Dianne on 23 Sep, 2007
Besides checking out the family history and tartan colors, Mom and I went to the Treasure Valley Celtic Festival and Highland Games to check out the main event, the Heavy Athletics. These are the athletic events that require a lot of strength and power to…Read More
Besides checking out the family history and tartan colors, Mom and I went to the Treasure Valley Celtic Festival and Highland Games to check out the main event, the Heavy Athletics. These are the athletic events that require a lot of strength and power to compete in. There were three classes competing in the Treasure Valley Games, the women and lightweight class, the 190-pound and under class of men, and the big boys, the Heavyweights or Masters Class. My co-worker Seth and his friend Zach are part of the Masters and Heavyweight class since Seth is about 300lb while Zach is pretty ripped and about 250lb. Heavy Athletic events include stone throwing, weight throwing (aka "The Sheep Toss"), hammer throwing, and the most famous game of all, the Caber Toss. Mom and I caught most of the Heavyweights and Masters competing in the Weight Toss and Caber Toss. The Weight Toss is a competition where the men take two rounds to see who can throw a heavy stone over their head and over a horizontal bar. The first round is the 28-pound stone toss, and the ones who survive that round go onto the 56-pound toss, which eliminated many of the heavyweight class, including Seth. I believe the winner tossed his weight 14 feet with the 56-pound stone. Mom and I worried that if that stone didn't make it over the bar, the contestant had better be pretty quick to move out of the way or be hit in the head with the big stone! OUCH! After the Weights, the Heavyweights and Masters moved to the Caber Toss. At work, Seth explained what the toss was all about. Mom and I were lucky to get a front-row seat to the Caber toss at our own risk, the judge warned! The men have to take two throws with a 12-foot, 90-pound pole or caber. The contestant has to throw it from the bottom of the caber, and it has to rotate in the air once before landing on the ground in a clock position. 12 o'clock is considered a perfect caber toss landing. Most of the guys survived the first caber toss at this class, but the next class with the 17-foot, 103-pound caber brought down all but three of the contestants. Seth didn't make it past this round, and he couldn't even get two of his tosses out of his hands because they slipped before he had total control. Zach along with two other contestants from Oregon went onto the third round, which was the 21-foot, 107-pound caber, which is not much heavier than the second-round caber, but it's tapered with the heavier weight at top. Two near-perfect throws later, Zach was the champion of the caber toss. During the second round of the Caber Toss, I had to run to the ladies room. When I got back, Mom's chair was further back than when I left it. Mom said one of the cabers got too close for comfort! Close
My mother's maiden name is Nesbitt, an old Scottish name that dates from many hundreds of years ago. Our cousin Ed Campbell has done a lot of extensive research on the Nesbitt family via the Internet and travel to Scotland on a couple of occasions,…Read More
My mother's maiden name is Nesbitt, an old Scottish name that dates from many hundreds of years ago. Our cousin Ed Campbell has done a lot of extensive research on the Nesbitt family via the Internet and travel to Scotland on a couple of occasions, and that research along with the information I found in a couple of books on Scottish clans and tartans at the Treasure Valley Celtic Festival and Highland Games has given me a greater understanding of my Scottish ancestors. There are several spellings of the Nesbitt name that we have discovered. It is spelt Nisbet, Nesbyth, de Nesbit, and its most recent spelling, Nesbitt. The Nesbitt Clan of Scotland was a prominent border clan that settled in the Berwickshire area of Southeastern Scotland around the mid-12th century. The originally came from Normandy, France (see, my Viking ancestors were raping and pillaging all over Northern Europe for a long time!) and too the name De Nesbite shortly after settling down in Berwickshire. In 1160, William De Nesbite witnessed a charter from the Earl of Dunbar to the monks of Coldingham Priory and from 1219-1240, a Thomas Nisbet was the Prior of Coldingham Priory. In 1296, Edward I of England (also known as "Edward Longshanks") forced many Scottish nobles and clergymen to swear an oath of allegiance to the English crown, and two members of the Nesbitt clan, a De Nesbyth and Nisbet were among those swearing allegiance to Edward I. From 1306-1329, an Adam Nisbet of Nisbet Knockles was under charter from Robert the Bruce. The English Civil War of 1645-1660 was rough on the Nesbitt Clan. Most of the Nesbitt nobles sided with Charles I and the Royalist cause. An Alexander Nesbit was Sheriff of Berwickshire at this time and fought with two of his sons in battle against Oliver Cromwell's army. Philip Nesbit was a general under the command of the Marquis of Montrose and was captured by the Roundheads after the 1645 Battle of Philiphaugh. On 29 October 1645, Philip Nesbitt was executed along with another Scottish noble from the Oglivy clan, who was only 20 at the time of his execution. There is a Nisbet House in Berwickshire that dates from 1603 and is a bed and breakfast today. Ed thought of staying there when he visited Scotland, but the price of the hotel was enough for Ed to say, "I might be a Nesbitt, but I am not crazy!" In the early 18th century, there was a rift between the Nesbitt clan factions and my direct ancestor moved to England before immigrating to Quebec, Canada. In Quebec, the Nesbitt family was a prominent ship building family, and one of the offspring from this family came to Rhode Island in the mid-19th century. Today the Nesbitt clan is scattered in Rhode Island, Florida, Idaho, Alabama, and other parts of the USA. Our family crest is a red and white shield with boars and a knight's head on top. The family motto is I byde it, and our tartan is a red, green, and white plaid, but blue plaid h Close
Written by Wildcat Dianne on 16 Aug, 2007
My friend Ivan and I did a lot of hiking and biking throughout Slovakia during the summer of 2002. One hiking trip had us taking the bus to the gypsy village of Bezovec and hiking from there to the ruins of Hrad Tematin. The hike…Read More
My friend Ivan and I did a lot of hiking and biking throughout Slovakia during the summer of 2002. One hiking trip had us taking the bus to the gypsy village of Bezovec and hiking from there to the ruins of Hrad Tematin. The hike up was on an easy trail, but it was rocky and hilly and I was wondering if I was going to go back to Idaho on crutches.
After the arduous hike and a couple of hours exploring the castle ruins, it was time to leave to catch our bus back to Ivan's home in Borovce. But Ivan had another path to take to our bus. It was a downhill hike which was a lot easier than the trip up to Tematin to the little village of Luka, which remains untouched by communism and the ages.
Before we entered Luka, Ivan and saw a canal on our path and since it was a hot sunny day, we needed to cool off. So we cupped our hands and threw water on each other to cool off. I had a bandana to protect my scalp from the heat, and I wet that and put it back on my head as temporary relief from the heat.
More relief from the heat in Luka came in the form of the village bar. Ivan and I stopped there for a little refreshment, Topolcany beer. While Ivan was at the bar getting our beers, the town drunk came over to our table and started talking to me in Slovak. Only understanding a little of the language, I pretended to understand the drunk, and I was relieved when Ivan came back and shooed the drunk away after talking with him and giving him about 5 Koruna. I told Ivan I was hoping the drunk wouldn't return to our table thinking he was getting more than a little money, but the drunk stayed away from us while we enjoyed our beers.
After the bar, Ivan and I headed to the bus station on Luka's main street. We passed an old church (Kostol) and the tiny castle (Hrad) that is a public building now that was probably used by the local nobility in its hey day. Ivan and I stopped to take pictures before getting to the bus stop. Both the church and castle were nothing spectacular, but their quaintness warranted a few minutes of taking pictures and looking around before going to the bus stop.
There were some young girls at the bus stop waiting for the bus to Piestany with us, and then our friendly little drunk from the bar showed up and started talking to the girls. They looked a little uncomfortable with the appearance of the town drunk, and then the drunk started taking off his pants either because he was hot or too drunk to control his own behavior. I thought if he had done this at a bus stop in the USA, he would have been thrown in jail the minute he unzipped his fly. It was one of the weirdest experiences with Slovakian drunks during my 3-month stay in Slovakia in 2002.
After a while and to much relief, our bus showed up, and we gratefully climbed aboard for the ride back to Piestany and then to Borovce. Exhausted from the hike to Tematin and fending off drunks, I rested most of the ride and reflected on the day's fun.
Luka can be reached by bus from Piestany if you don't want to hike up from Bezovec to the ruins of Tematin. The trails are rated from Beginner to Expert, and wear good sturdy shoes and be in good shape. Bring a picnic and plenty of water, but there are bars in Bezovec and Luka for you to have a drink afterwards. For more on Hrad Tematin, please read my journal on Hrad Tematin in a previous journal.
My friend Karla Thorson has a 4-year-old daughter named Lauren, who absolutely adores me. A couple of weeks ago, Karla came up to me at work and asked if it would be OK if she and Lauren could come over to our house for a…Read More
My friend Karla Thorson has a 4-year-old daughter named Lauren, who absolutely adores me. A couple of weeks ago, Karla came up to me at work and asked if it would be OK if she and Lauren could come over to our house for a visit. I said, "sure!" Then I suggested that we have dinner at the house and go and see a Boise Hawks game since it would probably be my last game of the season with going away on vacation the following week for two weeks. When Karla told Lauren she was going to her first baseball game in her short life, Lauren was really excited.
So, Mom, Karla, Lauren, and I arrived at the Boise Hawks game a little late because Lauren had an accident at dinner and we needed to run back to Karla's place to change the kid. After getting our tickets at the box office, we were on our way. The Boise Hawks were playing the Eugene Emeralds this night. It was Game 4 of a long 5-game series between the two teams.
Karla bought a beer for herself and Mom as a thank you for her hospitality, and I got a Diet Pepsi and Lauren had bottled water. Our seats were on the first base side, which is usually not a good place to sit because if it's really sunny and hot, it's hard to see the game from our seats with the sun in your eyes. But the August 6 game was a lot cooler than the July 4 game Mom and I attended, and we were able to watch the game with relative comfort and no glare.
Lauren filled herself up on Twizzler candy and popcorn, and she saw someone with ice cream in a souvenir helmet and wanted that, too, but Karla said, "no" because Lauren would have only had three bites of it and said no more. I had ice cream, water, and Diet Pepsi during the night and added another little helmet to our collection.
Due to being a little late for the game, we only missed the first half of the 1st inning. I had my scorebook with me to keep score, and it took me a few innings to get all of the lineups and positions down.
Humphrey The Hawk, the Boise Hawks mascot was out right at the beginning of the game, and Karla, Mom, and I brought him to Lauren's attention as he was greeting fans of all ages on the third base side. Lauren got all excited and was yelling "Eagle Hawk! Eagle Hawk!" since Humphrey is a hard word for a 4-year-old to pronounce. Karla tried to tell Lauren that it was a Hawk and not an Eagle who was mascot, but I said, "Hey! We are next to Eagle, Idaho!" Finally Humphrey made his way over to the first base seats, and he started to play with the kids that were sitting there. Lauren went over to Humphrey and got his attention, and Humphrey obliged by posing for a picture with Lauren. Then Humphrey started to play with Lauren's pony tail, but Lauren took it in stride with her Mama, Mom, and I laughing with her.
Lauren spent a good chunk of the game looking for Humphrey and wondering where he was when he was taking a break or in other parts of the field. The adults in the group watched the game, and I kept score. The game itself was another wild one for the Hawks, but a lot of Single A games are made for getting the kinks out of the players' fielding and hitting and smooth out the errors they make in a season. By the end of the Third Inning, the score was 5-0 Eugene, but there was hope.
There were many kids on our side of the field, but they were very well-behaved. Most of them spent the time jumping up and down the stairs and playing with each other. Lauren joined a couple of little girls, played by herself, or flirted with the little boys. Later in the game, Lauren fell on a bench, and as a non-mother, my heart was in my mouth as I ran to her to pick her up and comfort her. Mama Karla took over, and all was well after a few minutes, and Lauren went to play more. Another little girl took a nasty fall on the stairs and scraped her leg up, but was OK after a while. Both Lauren and the little girl had flip flops on, and I highly recommend that if you take your kids to a ballgame anywhere in the USA, make sure they have good shoes on because the steps in many stadiums are very unforgiving.
After the drama of kids falling, Humphrey made another appearance in the stands. Lauren and all of the kids were really happy when the Hawks Mascot came back to the first base side and stayed a lot longer than expected. More pictures were taken of Lauren and Humphrey and more hugs given out by Humphrey. After a really disappointing trip to Disney Land the month before, Karla was ready to write a nasty letter to "The Happiest Place on Earth" for Mickey and the other characters not being seen anywhere in the park the whole day Lauren, Karla, and her partner Steve were there. Humphrey the Hawk's extended presence during a Single A baseball game in August made up for all of that disappointment!
Mascots and falls aside, the game was another wild one, and the Boise Hawks fell short 9-8. A 9th inning rally by the home team fell short, but Karla, Mom, Lauren, and I left the game happy and satisfied. The next day at work, Karla told me that Lauren had a blast, and she was looking forward to going to her next game. If going to a ballgame with a kid is this much fun, I am looking forward to the next game through the eyes of a cute little girl named Lauren!
Written by Wildcat Dianne on 08 Jul, 2007
When my family and I were living in Rhode Island, we had a standing date on the 4th of July to go and watch the Pawtucket Red Sox (The Boston Red Sox Triple A affiliate) play ball at McCoy Stadium in Mom's hometown of Pawtucket.…Read More
When my family and I were living in Rhode Island, we had a standing date on the 4th of July to go and watch the Pawtucket Red Sox (The Boston Red Sox Triple A affiliate) play ball at McCoy Stadium in Mom's hometown of Pawtucket. After the game, there was an awesome display of fireworks. Tickets to this game sold out like wildfire, and if you didn't get your tickets by late May, early June, you were stuck standing up at the game, or you had to watch the fireworks from Jenks' Junior High's parking lot afterwards.
Mom and I decided to renew our 4th of July tradition by going to a Boise Hawks game and after game fireworks. After work one day, I ran to Memorial Stadium, which is near my workplace, and bought our tickets. I got chatting with the guys in the booth, and they said that no one in the Single A short season league that the Hawks were in wants to play ball on the 4th of July except for the Hawks. WOW! We also discussed that there isn't much going on in Boise on the 4th, and I mentioned that it was a big thing in Rhode Island to go to the Bristol 4th of July Parade and see fireworks on both the 3rd and 4th of July anywhere. I was beginning to think that Idaho isn't a very patriotic state, but more on that later.Ticket prices to the Boise Hawks have gone up from last years $5 for reserved non-box seat tickets to $9. Still cheaper than going to one Major League Baseball game.
This 4th of July in Idaho turned out to be one of the hottest on record. Temps were well over 100, and the air quality has been causing many people including Mom and myself to have difficulties breathing. We prayed that the temps would start to cool down by the time we got to the game, but it was still 99 F when Mom and I arrived at the game at 6:40pm.
There was a long line waiting to get into Memorial Stadium, and Mom and I weren't looking forward to waiting in line in back of the Barbie Doll with enough perfume on to compete with a French lady of the evening and high heels (a little overdressed for a ballgame, I said). Luckily, they opened another entrance, and Mom and I ran over there and got into the park but not without having our purses searched. Mom and I brought our own water, and we didn't want that confiscated, but the lady at the gate barely glanced in our purses, and we were on the way.
Our seats were behind home plate about halfway up, and Mom and I, who are usually healthy, were panting and catching our breath after climbing the stairs. After resting a minute, I ran back down to Dontrelle's Delights, the ice cream stand named for former Hawks Pitcher (now with the Florida Marlins MLB team) Dontrelle "The D-Train" Willis" for some well-needed ice cream. A soft serve of vanilla ice cream that comes in a cute little plastic Boise Hawks helmet cost me $4, and I got two spoons to share with Mom.
By gametime, it had cooled to a balmy 95 (UGH!). The Everett Aquasox (the Seattle Mariners Single A short season affiliate) started off the game with a one out single, but he was caught stealing. By the end of the inning it was 2-0 Hawks, and we settled down to what was going to be a very wild and entertaining ballgame.
The Boise Hawks have had a facelift this year complete with nice new Hunter Green, red, and gold uniforms. Even Humphrey the Hawk, the Hawks' mascot has gotten a facelift for the better and was sporting a spanking new red feathered costume with a Hawks shirt and hat turned to the side. I thought this was a nice change from the generic red, white, and blue of last year's uniforms.
Mom had also brought peanuts with her in a baggie and was munching on those by the third inning. A man sitting behind us with his wife and two friends joked about how good they smelled, and Mom offered him some, but he passed. At least this group wasn't like our first experience at a Hawks game with an obnoxious woman who asked every stupid ques
Written by Wildcat Dianne on 06 Sep, 2006
Mom and I attended our last Boise Hawks game for the 2006 season on Saturday, September 2. The Hawks had taken their division and were going into the playoffs, but Mom and I would not be able to make the playoff games because of…Read More
Mom and I attended our last Boise Hawks game for the 2006 season on Saturday, September 2. The Hawks had taken their division and were going into the playoffs, but Mom and I would not be able to make the playoff games because of our work schedules. When I told my boss, Art, that Mom and I were going to the Hawks' game that night, he said to look out for Larry, one of our co-workers, who ushers at the games and see if he would buy us a hot dog. Mom and I invited Dad, who was in town for the weekend, to the game and told him we were leaving the house about 6:15 that night for the 7:15 start, but after Dad came home from helping a friend move in Nampa, he said he would pass on going to the game because the cramped seating would not help his aching back. Personally, Mom and I thought Dad stayed home so he could have the TV to himself and watch auto racing and college football all night without Mom and me yelling at him to put the Red Sox game on and stop channel surfing! When Dad visits us every month, he takes Mom's recliner and the remote control and has a death grip on it until he leaves after the weekend!
The penultimate game of the season was between the Boise Hawks and the Tri-City Dirt Devils, the Colorado Rockies (National League) Single A Short Season affiliate. Mom and I arrived about 6:40 p.m. and we received a free bobblehead doll at the entrance. Thinking this was the Billy Goat Bobblehead Doll that we had thought of getting at a previous game, Mom and I were pretty excited, but when we sat down at our seats on the first base side, it was a doll of a man in an Air Force pilot's uniform. "What the heck?", we wondered. It turned out that the bobblehead doll was Scott D. Fann, a fictitious fan of the Hawks and he was in the Air Force in honor of The Boise Hawks' Fann (that's how they spelt it) Appreciation Night. Oh well, it was free!
The game went fast and furious, and it was a close game with the Dirt Devils taking an early 2-0 lead after the 4th inning, but the Hawks tied it in the bottom of the 4th with an RBI triple by left fielder and fan favorite D.J. Lewis, who goes to bat each time with the song Go, D.J. in the background. During the game, Mom was seeing people going up to their seats with big cups of soft-serve ice cream in their hands, and she was salivating. I kept telling her to get some, and I promised that I wouldn't drool over it since I can't have dairy anymore. She held her will power and survived the game without it.
The games in between innings didn't seem as cheesy as before, but the acoustics from the announcer's booth were horrible that night, and the net around the seating made it difficult to judge foul balls hit by the players. For a while there, I thought I should have brought my baseball glove, but no foul balls were hit our way that night! RATS! But then if I had gotten hit by a foul ball, I would be having a hell of a time explaining the bruises to my co-workers!
On Thursday night during the Red Sox game on NESN, Dad saw that our beloved Red Sox had a mascot, a character named Wally for the Green Monster at Fenway Park. Dad thought the Red Sox had gone to hell for bowing so low to get a mascot, and said that the Yankees did not have a mascot. "Yes they do!", Mom and I said. "George Steinbrenner (the Yankees owner)! The Big Giant Head!" Dad said that mascots were a waste of time and money and cheesy. The Boise Hawks have a mascot named Humphrey the Hawk who goes around the stands every game and is a big hit with children of all ages. During the 8th inning, Humphrey came into our area of seating, and I jumped at opportunity to have photo with him. "The ball buster shot!", Mom and I joked.
I couldn't find Larry during the game at all, and it turned out that he was off that night, and I joked with him at work on Monday morning. I told him that Art told us to get a hot dog from you, and he said that he would have if we had been there on a day he was working. Oh well!
The Hawks won the game 3-2 after a game winning double in the bottom of the 7th inning by Designated Hitter Adam Hackstedt, and Mom and I left the game happy and looking forward to more Hawks games next season. When we got home to show Dad our brag shot, he barely flinched. DARN!
Epilogue: The Boise Hawks' season ended in the first playoff season with Salem Keizer, The Oakland A's affiliate. After taking Game 1 in their playoff series, the Hawks lost three games in a row and were eliminated by the pesky Salem Keizer team. But it was a good season, and we are looking forward to another season and a possible championship next year!
Written by lcampbell on 27 Aug, 2006
Day 1 - 53 milesWe met at the trailhead in Plummer at 8am, filled with good cheer and anticipation. We had driven so far, and now we get to pedal! After some final bicycle checks, we headed off. The first 8 miles…Read More
Day 1 - 53 milesWe met at the trailhead in Plummer at 8am, filled with good cheer and anticipation. We had driven so far, and now we get to pedal! After some final bicycle checks, we headed off. The first 8 miles or so were a breeze, with a slight downgrade, so we barely even had to pedal. What a nice start! Part of this section goes through Heyburn State Park, the oldest state park in the northwest.Next we came to the Chatcolet Bridge, which spans 3100 feet. The engineering of this bridge is really interesting. The approaches are "stepped" a bit, in that there will the 10 feet flat, 10 feet incline, 10 feet flat, etc. Perhaps to make it easier to bike up?? It also makes it quite fun to bike down.After the bridge, we followed Coeur d’Alene Lake north to the small town of Harrison. Harrison is a historic marina town where steamers used to land. There is still a marina and plenty of boating activities. You can find a room to stay or a campground. One Shot Charlie’s is a great place to eat—cheap and delicious. I had a breakfast sandwich, potatoes, and coffee for $6. They make their own yummy granola, and make some powerful espresso to get you moving along the trail.Moving farther east, the trail vaguely follow the Coeur d’Alene River. This trail section is quite flat and easy to bike. Sometimes we were right near the river, and other times we were in marshy wetlands. This was where we saw some great birds! The number of osprey, with nests right by the trail, was amazing. We were always scanning looking for moose, but we didn’t see any this day. Around mile 40 or 41, we passed the Cataldo Mission State Park. The Cataldo mission is the oldest standing building in Idaho, and it was built between 1848-1853 by Catholic missionaries and the Coeur d’Alene tribe.We weren’t quite hungry yet, but we had to stop at the Snake Pit when we reached Enaville at mile 47. This bar and restaurant can only be described as unique. There is so much stuff all over the walls and ceilings, that I didn’t know where to look. We had some snacks and a cold beer, and chatted with the friendly owner. He sent us all over complimentary ice-cream—what a nice treat!We finished up the last 5 miles to Kellogg, in the heart of the historic Silver Valley. Our hotel, the Baymont Inn and Suites, was located directly on the trail. See my separate journal entries on Kellogg and the Baymont Inn. Day 2 - 40 milesDay Two was our "short" day—only 40 miles of pedaling. We headed east toward Mullen, 20 miles away and the end of the trail. It was a slight uphill grade all the way, but it was hardly noticeable. This section of trail is also closer to the highway and less scenic than the portion between Plummer and Kellogg.Before reaching Mullen, we stopped after about 10 miles at the Visitor Center just outside of Wallace. This is where you will get most of your information about tourist activities in the Silver Valley. It is also a great bathroom and water break!We rode 10 miles more to the end of the trail, which was extremely unremarkable and a bit of an anticlimax. But the good news is that it is down hill all the way back to Kellogg. On the way back, we went into Wallace town for lunch. This is a very cute historic town. Be sure to check out the Northern Pacific Railroad Depot and the Oasis Bordello Museum.While in Wallace, we heard that the Budweiser Clydesdales were unloading at the Visitor Center (where we had stopped earlier in the day). So we headed back there to see them. What a gorgeous site! Even if you aren’t a horse fan, it is hard not to be impressed with these magnificent creatures!We got back to Kellogg with plenty of time to take the gondola up Silver Mountain. After helping my friend (who has an aversion to heights) survive the 3.1 mile trip up, we hiked on the Nature Trail. We chose this hike mostly because any of the other ones required a chair lift ride, which she DEFINITELY was not up for. Anyway, it turned out great, as we saw some elk and had a nice hike.For dinner that evening, we went again to Terrible Ediths in Gondola Village. It had great food despite the name, and they were very accommodating to our group of 18 people! Day 3 - 53 milesDay Three was a reverse of Day One, with one big difference – we saw moose! It was near Enaville and the Snake Pit, and it was mama and baby. These are amazing and huge creatures. We also saw a lot of moose prints on the trail as we returned to Plummer, where we reluctantly got in our cars for the 8-hour drive home. Close