. . .but Boise will never come out of him. Not that I am trying to eradicate that huge part of him either. We love it here in Irvine.
It happens starting in January every year. He starts getting a little antsy. I get a call from him at work "Um. . .how would you feel if I went to Boise for a weekend?" Doesn't he know that I have come to expect it? And yet he always sounds surprised when I say yes; even with the busy weekends.
How could I not? He was born and raised there. His parents still live there. He LOVES the snow (which is fine if I don't have to live in it). Its good for him to go alone and work/chill/thrill seek with his family. His parents built a cabin out there and they let Roger work in it when he comes no matter the weather. So here is his well deserved Roger time. 
Working outside! He loves the cold. The cabin looks over a lake.
Working outside! He loves the cold. The cabin looks over a lake.
The Cabin last OctoberGoing into a cloud on the way home from the cabin.
3 comments:
He's a fourth generation Boisean. What else can you expect. You are so gracious though.
Yeah Boise! I've never been, but I have only heard good things about it!
Just a reminder that I tagged you, if you want to do it!
I don't miss snow very often, but these pictures really do it justice!!!
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