Heather and Eric invite us up to the cabin in Atlanta, Idaho we’ve heard so much about while under construction these past many months. We are excited to see it and spend Thanksgiving together.
Spending Thanksgiving at Heather and Eric’s newly built cabin in Atlanta has been planned for a year. The cold November morning finds us caravanning around Arrowrock Reservoir toward the Middle Fork as dreams of snow and smoked turkeys dance in our heads.
When I came by on the motorcycle a few weeks ago¹ I thought the area ceded by the reservoir looked like a fun Jeep playground. It is! Cassidy and Brenna are hootin’ and hollerin’ from the back as we spin cookies in the light mud. The boys, who rode with Heather and Eric, are missing out.
We stop to explore a bit of the old riverbank that now sits under water much of the year. The terrain seems almost alien.
It is a little treacherous getting back up to the road — sweet.
We are pleased to see the town after sixty miles of dirt roads. It’s our first time here.
The new cabin sits just above town.
The kids settle in among six bunks in the loft glad, I’m sure, to be out of the cars.
A couple of Eric’s friends are also here for Thanksgiving dinner.
The newest family member gets all the attention — at least all the girls’ attention.
After settling in, we set out to explore local attractions.
Eric leads us to Chattanooga Hot Springs along the Middle Fork of the Boise River just next to town.
The water is slimier than Jessica likes but she grins and bears it.
It is fun having a baby around.
The boys are pleased when Eric lets them target practice off the deck.
Eric led us today to another hot spring across the road, a little cleaner and hotter.
The turkey has been smoking while we’ve been steaming. It smells great!
I have hardly seen Heather outside the kitchen.
The kids make the most of the appetizers before we settle into dinner, thankful for family, thankful for these beautiful, wild places.
The Scrabble champion is yet to be announced.