Priest River, Idaho - a tiny unassuming town in northern Idaho and the birthplace of my sweet sister-in-law Theresa. What would beckon us to pack up the car on a Thursday evening and drive six hours to get there you might ask. The answer would be found in the warmth emanating from the Miller home and the promise of a weekend basking in the sun filled with good food and adventure.
The Miller family are aficionados of fine food and all things home-made. When I say all things, I literally mean ALL. For example, Theresa's father Dan constructed their house from the ground up, every board and nail placed lovingly by his experienced hand. Her mother, Mary, is a sewing and decor master and walking into their house feels a bit like living in an Anthropology meets Pottery Barn wonderland (although more personable because most things are salvaged or hand-made.)
Our first day was fairly low key as we awaited the arrival of my parents. We basked in the sun on the deck, assembled the outdoor movie screen which was strung between two trees, and of course enjoyed a some delicious food.
Upon my parents arrival we hopped in the Miller's truck and headed out to float the Priest River, one of my favorite things to do. It was a glorious float, with the perfect amount of sleepy river stretches and patches of thrilling rapids. If time had permitted I would have done that trip at least three more times!
Tackling Papi
Playing ball with Aunt Theresa
Peekaboo!
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