Life has been anything but boring lately. This summer, I find myself living in a small town with a population of less than 1,000. Now keep in mind, I’ve been to plenty of small towns including the one my husband grew up in located in northern Illinois, but I’ve never spent this much time living in the hinterland.
I’m not complaining, but I grew up in the Chicago suburbs with excellent shopping mere minutes away and even our RV travels keep us somewhat near a major city (whether parked or driving by). So now here I am in Arco, Idaho, with the nearest Walmart, Target, Kroger, Home Depot, etc. over an hours drive away which requires me to do a little better planning than I’m accustomed to. I’m notorious for going to the store and coming home with everything but the one thing I went there for. When we’re in Phoenix, Denver, Corpus Christi or any of our other favorite places, running back to the store is no big deal. It’s a big deal around here, especially when my drive to the store looks like this…
My drive to go shopping!
Are we there yet?
Just a little further!
The little town of Arco does offer a mom and pop grocery store and in a pinch I’m grateful they usually have what I’m looking for. I do most of my major shopping about every seven to tens days. Since I have a six cubic foot refrigerator, stocking up has a whole new meaning when compared to having the luxury of a residential size refrigerator. Some planning and adeptness with puzzles goes a long way when it comes to living in small spaces.
After ‘stocking up’, Al doesn’t even attempt to open the frig door for fear of one of those puzzle pieces falling out which usually leads to a domino effect with half the frig items on the floor. “Watch those toes!” Nope, no dull moments around here.
Since I’d already shopped a couple of times in the big city of Idaho Falls (population 60,000), I thought I’d head in another direction – Twin Falls (population 46,000). Not only did I have my long list of shopping items with me, I had directions to two sites I just HAD TO SEE.
BASE jumpers – Perrine Bridge
To get to Twin Falls, I had to drive over the Perrine Bridge – one of those must see sites on my list. And oh, what a sight! Yes, the bridge itself is a work of art, but the draw is the jumpers – BASE jumpers to be precise.
No, that is not me saying, “WEEEE!”
This landmark bridge spans the Snake River Canyon just north of the town of Twin Falls, Idaho. It’s a four-lane truss arch span about 1,500 feet in length (457m) and sits 486 feet above the river (148m). Folks from around the world (about 5,000 crazy people a year) visit the Perrine Bridge to literally jump off the bridge. It’s legal, hassle free, and no permit required.
Two at a time!
Everyone has their own style of jumping
BASE jumping is similar to sky diving but instead of jumping out of a plane, a thrill seeker will jump off a fixed object like a bridge and deploy a parachute. BASE is an acronym for buildings, antennas, spans, and Earth – BASE jumpers practice their sport from any of these elevated places.
Note the jumper – black/green chute over the river.
As I stood there watching, I wondered how does one go about practicing this sport? It’s not as if you can jump right in (or rather off), go splat, and request a do over. Yes, people do die doing this and I noticed at the landing point along the shore of the river that there does appear to be a memorial, although I didn’t confirm.
Looks like a memorial near the landing site
There’s a beautiful, new visitor center near the southwest end of the bridge with plenty of parking for any size vehicle. The views of the bridge and canyon are spectacular and there’s easy access to the trail along the canyon rim. The trail goes under the bridge and there’s a pedestrian walk-way on both sides of the bridge to take in the amazing scenery. The visitor center is a year-round launching point for those interested in parachuting to the canyon floor. So are you ready to jump off a bridge? Schedule a jump with Tandem Base – I’ll watch 😆
Since I had a long list of shopping to do, I parked by the Best Buy on the southeast side of the bridge instead of the visitor center and stopped to watch the jumpers in between my stops into TJ Maxx, Best Buy, and Sportsman’s Warehouse.
Soon I was off to my other “must see” site.
The weather was so, so with storms rolling in and out and I began to wonder if it would be worth the stop. I rolled down my window in the pouring rain for the attendant to collect the $3.00 entrance fee. I’m pretty sure it should’ve been free when I showed him my National Parks Pass, but he said no, it was only the senior park pass for free admittance. With both of us getting drenched it wasn’t worth questioning any further and I handed over the three bucks and drove on. The moment I had the truck parked, the storm clouds moved on and the falls presented its visitors with a beautiful rainbow.
Shoshone Falls is quite often referred to as the Niagara of the West, and tumbles 212 feet to the canyon floor – 50 feet further than the famous Niagara. Spring is the best time to visit Shoshone Falls. Later in the year, cliffs may be nearly dry, as most of the river’s flow is diverted to produce hydroelectric power and irrigate Idaho’s fertile farmlands. Here’s a link to a live webcam to see just how much water is flowing at any given time.
There’s plenty of hiking opportunities along the canyon rim including a hike to the famous Evel Knievel jump site. Because of the weather, I personally didn’t see the Knievel jump site or hike any of the trails. I understand the jump site is basically a dirt ramp remnant from Knievel’s failed attempt to jump over the Snake River. I was a little disappointed the weather was so inclement. Once the raindrops started falling again, accompanied by thunder, I knew that was my cue to move on and run those errands.This is when my day got real interesting. Remember that long shopping list? Well, I still needed to go to Walmart and Costco. I had a general idea where they were located but for some reason I turned left when I should’ve turned right. It was late afternoon on a Saturday. The rain was pouring and traffic was congested. I drove through the historic downtown area and immediately realized my faux pas. “Hmm, where to turn, where to turn?” There seemed to be a lot of traffic heading north on a particular road. Thus, I followed thinking it had to be a main road that would put me back in the right direction and help lead to the general area I was looking for.
Oops, I was almost at the plant gate showing up for second shift. I quickly did a U-turn and then another turn. I knew I needed to go in a northeast direction but with the heavy rain and dark skies, I couldn’t find the sun to verify my direction.
I usually have a great sense of direction, and I did feel I was traveling north, but the signs and poor visibility had me second guessing myself. I kept thinking to myself…. I’ve successfully navigated cities two to three times larger than Twin Falls. It can’t be that difficult to figure out where to go.
I soon found myself out in the country with the cows and critters and no place to stop and ask for directions (not that I’m quick to ask for directions – we definitely suffer from role reversal in this household). I rarely admit to being lost. I get turned around all the time, but not lost. In this instance I was truly uncomfortable and not sure where I was. Yes, I was lost! I pulled off on the side of the road to ask Siri for help only for her to respond with a “I’m sorry, I can’t connect. Try again later”…. are you kidding me, no cell service! And Hildi, our annoying GPS, was back at the RV getting updated.
I pulled out the Atlas, which wasn’t much help either. It only confirmed I needed to go northeast. I sure could’ve used an Idaho Benchmark Atlas which offers a lot more detail. (We have Benchmark’s for AZ and CO)
Finally, I turned around, retraced some steps, and pointed the truck east thinking I’d hit town eventually, which I did. I finally made it to Walmart although frazzled and tired. I quickly filled the shopping cart with only the items on my list. After all, I still needed to go to Costco for the RV Park owner’s list.
Would you believe it took me over fifteen minutes to navigate the Costco parking lot? Congestion was worse than I’ve ever seen in Phoenix. I was so ready to head home and blow off this stop, but I made a commitment to pick up a list of items. Don’t even get me started on the check out lines. With all my errands and sightseeing complete, I hit the road for my nearly two hour drive home, and finally made it back to the RV shortly after 7:00 p.m.
Let’s see…. I didn’t jump off a bridge. I didn’t slide down a waterfall. I managed to get myself un-lost without any help. I didn’t go postal in Costco. And I made it home in one piece without any road rage. All in all, I’d say it was a great day!
Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, “Wow! What a Ride!” – Hunter S. Thompson
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