Yesterday I did something that was, in its own way, very frightening and even dangerous.

I went to Idaho Falls.

This might not seem like much, a trip of only fifty miles each way, but I went to Idaho Falls. The town where housing developments are walled and the walls extend for (literally) a couple of miles on each side of the street. The town with a "We're the best, so screw you" attitude (or so it seems).

But that's where the quilt show was, and so I went. Later we went to Barnes & Noble and bought some books on our August trip to Alberta and the one we hope to take next year to Ireland.

I did not go to Idaho Falls armed. Just to reassure Mom. I mean, I did have my pocketknife, but that was it.