Three-hour layover!!!
When Buckandi and I arrived, we had to part ways for a bit. We both wanted caches in the county, but I had more specific needs. I called a cab. There’s no nice way to say it, but the driver wasn’t very good at his job. He got me where I needed to go, though, so I guess he was at least adequate.
The courthouse isn’t bad at all. It’s a modern building for a modern time, but it’s not terrible. I’ve certainly seen worse.
I will certainly admit that the waterfall was both tranquil and unique. I certainly don’t remember seeing one at a courthouse before. I also learned that the county was named after the daughter of one of the territorial legislators who founded the city and county. As a father of daughters, I get it. That said, this was never going to be the center of political power when it’s so close to this…
Not gonna lie… That is quite the capitol building. It reminded me a bit of the Texas State Capitol, though this one is built upon quite a tall base, which raises its profile. And, of course, it’s sandstone instead of granite, so there’s that, too. After a couple of slow-moving lookie-loos got out of my way, I finally got some photos and then jumped back into the cab. The clock was ticking, and I needed a cache. As I’ve mentioned before, Idaho’s county challenge is cache agnostic, so I opted for the easiest one I could grab—a Virtual on the way back to the airport.
Welcome to the Idaho Anne Frank Human Rights Memorial. Built by the Wassmuth Center for Human Rights, it is a lovely bit of green and sculpture sitting in the heart of the concrete jungle of Boise. I’m curious about the choice to build it here. I’m not aware of any connection between Anne Frank and Boise, but I’m not going to quibble about it. At this point, I could probably say something about man’s inhumanity to man, but the place pretty much speaks for itself. Besides, it’s nice to see it here, of all places. I’ve spent a lot of time talking about the wonders of the Pacific Northwest, but I haven’t mentioned the shadows, the biggest of which is the long history of white supremacy groups in Oregon, Washington, and Idaho. It’s nice to know there’s a bastion here against the darkness. Or some kind of sentimental crap like that. I found the appropriate inspirational quotes about peace, sent off the answers for the Virtual, and logged it. With my work here complete, I got back in the cab and headed back to the airport.
To be honest, the clock wasn’t exactly speeding past. Boise is a pretty small city, and the airport is about ten minutes outside of downtown. The trip out and back took about an hour. I got back to find Buck waiting. He took the easy route and grabbed a lamppost cache down the street at the airport hotel. A cache is a cache is a cache, and victory requires no explanation. We entertained ourselves for a while, and then it was time to board the plane that carried us back home. I returned in victory with fourteen new souvenirs, representing four new states and provinces, the Geocaching Trifecta, two special Events, the HQ GeoTour, and a new country. After a week and a half, we were able to sleep in our own beds. What a sweet feeling to enjoy your own bed after a long while.
And the next morning, when I awoke, I chose my cache for the day. I logged the Washington State County Challenge.
And that is how I finished my seventh state, the Land of Apples and Evergreens.
Geocaching While Black 