An adventure to the City of Rocks
So for various reasons, Sarah had a week off of work.
I was going to take Wednesday off work anyways, to observe Yom Kippur.
I have a job that allows me to take some time off…
So, I took Monday and Tuesday off as well, and we climbed rocks! This section is a quick note about the camping we did at City of Rocks, in Idaho. It was my first time in Idaho, so I was kind of excited to see the territory…
Friday through Wednesday, 18-Sept through 23-Sept
The drive to and from City of Rocks was long, I’ll admit. I took a lot of the driving duties on the way out, since Sarah would be driving the whole way home while I fasted and did the whole “reflect on Yom Kippur and the previous year”. It was… well… different. The last long drive I’d taken was the roadtrip in the Mustang – the drive to Smith Rock could sort of count as well, I guess. But either way, the drive had been in the Mustang.
Which, interestingly enough, drives quite differently from a Ranger.
Now, don’t get me wrong. The Ranger had a ton of advantages. Lots of room for gear, ability to sleep in the back (I’ll get to that in a little bit) and a solid cab that let us sprawl out a bit more than I normally could. The lack of being a convertible wasn’t awesome, but I’ll admit that being warm while driving was kind of nice. Sort of.
But with all those advantages in mind, I still prefer my car. The handling, power of the engine and the response of the brakes are all tighter, and it just feels more fun to drive. But Sarah’s truck worked; it went forward when I hit the gas, and stopped when I hit the brakes. It hauled all our gear, and kept us safe on the 9 hour drive.
Instead of setting up a tent and sleeping pads, we used a truck.
See, as mentioned earlier, Sarah has a nice Ford Ranger with a full cap on the back bed. Instead of bothering with a full tent setup and everything, she picked up some foam padding and I packed a few blankets. It was really nice – a simple setup that saved us a ton of time dealing with tents and sleeping pads, and meant that we would always have our gear safely tucked away… not that I usually worry too much about thieves when rock climbing, but it’s always a nice bonus to put that thought completely out of my mind.
So we slept in the back bed, full of blankets and pads and pillows.
“But Ben, what about eating? Were you really crazy enough to cook food in the back of a truck, surrounded by fire hazards and other things that make that a bad decision?”
“Ohh you… of course we didn’t do that!”
I mean, we did boil water for coffee in the bed, a few of the mornings. But as a usual rule, we’d cook meals out in the main campsite that we’d reserved – either over the fire, using wood that we’d picked up, or on the big camping stove that we’d set up on the picnic table.
First night – steaks. Ribeye, cooked medium rare, seasoned purely with kosher salt, and served with Mac and Cheese.
Second night – Honestly, I don’t really remember anything aside from the first night, at least specifically. We did Mac and Cheese, Chicken, seafood chowder (canned, duh) and a few other various meals. We also ate at Rock City, an amazing pizza place nearby. They have a pizza called “the garbage pie”, which basically has everything you could imagine on it. Pineapple, pepperoni, chicken, olives, onions, happiness, joy, and goodwill toward men.
Camping and eating was amazing.