Hailey to Picabo: Journal Entry 11

This morning starts at 8:00 a.m. We need to wait this late so Larry Clark of the Hailey police department can get us through a short stretch of traffic to a place where the shoulder of the road widens out. After he gets us to that point he drives ahead of me to Bellevue so he can show me where to turn toward Picabo. Again, I am grateful for all the help and consideration we receive from law enforcement.

I have to restock our supplies at the grocery store in Bellevue. Bill must have   trotted along this morning because he gets to the store before I get through shopping. I know, most guys think shopping takes us a long time but I only got a few items here. As I go out the door of the grocery, I am reminded by the sight of some workers refilling the ice bins that I forgot the ice. I am totally surprised when they ask if I want some free ice. There are many bags on the cement in front of the machine and they explain to me that these have melted a little and they have to throw them out. I grab a shopping cart and fill it to the max. It is enough to fill the huge white cooler in the bed of the truck and the small one we stock with drinks, cheese, eggs, and sometimes fresh veggies. I feel a little guilty at having taken so much until I look back at the store and see a huge pile of bags left out for other folks to grab. I guess that ice company is adamant about seeing to the quality of ice they sell. That was a   fortunate break for us. Ice is a very necessary part of our journey and the cost   adds up. Bill is also amazed at the good fortune of this encounter.

Our next stop is in the small community of Gannett. I find a good place to pull over near their fire department. Millie is becoming very accustomed to the trailer and doesn’t cry much anymore. She bounces around back there, entertaining herself with the chew toys and some hay string. I let her out often and play with her, but I have to limit my time with her because of my other duties. I know it may not seem like I have much to do, but keeping the trailer organized, taking pictures, downloading them, writing the story and preparing food for Bill and the horse can just eat up time. We have a nice lunch today consisting of smoked tuna from a pouch with garlic, parmesan cheese crackers. There are fresh baby carrots with ranch dressing and a peach for desert. It would be nice to eat like that every day but, keeping things fresh can be a challenge. So we gobble the fresh stuff up when we can.

The next stop is Picabo. This is another small ranching and farming community. There is a huge, historical ranch here. Members of the Kilpatrick family, who had moved to Idaho from Beatrice, Nebraska, founded the K – K Ranch in 1883. In 1955 Bud Purdy bought his grandfather, W.H. Kilpatrick’s ranch, and still owns it today. There is an incredibly interesting book on the history of this family and the ranch called “It’s in the Blood, The Story of the Kilpatrick Brothers.” Written by Chris Millspaugh, and Jean Swartling. Copyright © 2005 Purdy Ranch – Picabo Livestock Book and cover design by Jean Swartling. I obtained a copy from the Silver Creek store in Picabo. I don’t know if it is available anywhere else.

We met with their Foreman, Loni Barg, who offered a place for Blackie to spend the night. Thanks to Loni for the hay and oats you gave to Blackie. He gave us a brief tour of the headquarters area where he lives and filled us in on a little of the history. The owner of ranch wasn’t available today so we make plans to return on Saturday to meet this living legend. Bill and I spend the night in Cary at the little motel by the Sportsman’s Bar. It is a good place to rest. The room is spacious and clean. One unusual aspect of the room is that it has bare wooden floors. This makes more sense than having carpet. I think all motels could benefit from having wooden or tile floors, it’s easier to keep them clean.