so in my endless pursuit to spend time with the beautiful alison (self portrait, first post) i will do just about anything. inlcuding, but not limiting to, going with her family to spend a week in idaho with her grandparents (maternal) who live in Idaho. home of potatoes, american values, neo-nazis and..........ice caves? turns out the old adage is true. if you travel long enough (half an hour) in the right direction (dunno), you'll end up upon what was the sole and final hope of the nuclear attack victims of.....Twin Falls, Idaho. well. mostly. there is some kind of air force base, or something that is of nuclear warefare significance, that Twin Falls happens to be down wind of. so in the event of a nuclear attack, caves formed by (insert geological explanation), were filled with non-perishable rations, make shift platforms, and port'o'potties. the idea being that the citizens of Twin Falls (maybe 30,000 of them a few decades ago) would protect themselves from the fallout for two weeks. then the real idea was hatched: what would everyone do? american values must be held, so, no, they couldnt do that, they would instead move rocks back and forth for exercise and something to do. the idea eventually became mute, as the population had grown too large for the space, and as nuclear warfare became less of an hot-button issue. the platforms were removed, the rocks left alone, and, of ocurse, it became its own museum. not to be outdone, the owner of the land created his own museum above the ground, with things he has collected and killed over the years. his family has owned the land for a few generations, and as far as i can see they seem to just tend to their cave, which they live 100 feet from. so here is a little pictomentary. maybe one day i'll make it into a documentary. so there you have it. thats what i'll endure. the next few posts will be of the cave and the museum.