See this sky? This is the sky that greeted us Saturday morning . . .
Of course, the night before it was dark and angry, spitting rain and and throwing hail. Such shenanigans have been afoot for some time.
So no side trip to a ghost town for us.
Perhaps it’s for the best. It was, after all, an honest-to-goodness ghost town. It would have just been us and, well, the ghosts. The creepy-factor may have been more than I could handle.
As it was, we were not without adventure. We meandered about, passing waterfalls and picking apricots. We said hello to a few fish and lunched with a few golfers. We stopped in at Cloverleaf Creamery, for ice cream cones (chocolate raspberry for me; so good it could make a grown man cry).
We also swung by the airport.
Not to catch a flight, mind you (there were none to be had), but to view the mural. You see, a few years back, artist Gary Stone began working on large mural at the Twin Falls Regional Airport, one that would portray the history of transportation.
You’ll find all manner of aircraft flying amid the arched entryway . . .
But it’s the wall—42 feet long, 9 feet high, covered in cedar—where the cars and trucks, bicycles and motorcycles, boats and rafts hold sway.
At least, that’s how it began.
Once he began setting the stage for the transportation, people began to recognize their own lives in the landscape. So they requested he add them—a ranch here, a shop there.
And so he did . . .
Much like the transportation it depicts, this work of art takes us places—some recognized, others newly discovered. It’s a testament to a region’s legacy. It’s a visual reminder that it’s the people and the work of their hands—past, present, and future—that make a place great.