The door swayed inward and a rush of air assaulted me with the odor of vomit. With a filthy carpet, exposed plumbing, and doubtful window locks, the hotel room pretty thoroughly matched its scent. I could thankfully, as one young member of our family suggested, have slept on the sidewalk, but we would not sleep here. I surrendered to the group decision with regret since (for obvious reasons) this was the last available hotel room in Mountain Home.
We’d have to drive on to Boise. Barreling down the highway in the tunnel of illumination from my car’s headlights in the small hours appealed to me only marginally more than sleeping in that bed.
One of our family members, being a night owl, was still awake. At his wife’s call, he told us to just drive and he’d figure out a place for us to stay. True to his word, he located a comfortable hotel and even prepaid so all we’d have to do is pick up keys. Crisis averted, and that husband elevated himself to hero status.
We checked in at 2 am so the next morning slept in, especially since the long drive had shortened the distance to Emigrant Springs, where we’d rented another cabin. This time we arrived by daylight and found a welcome message at the gate beside our names. Key codes for the door locks had already been emailed to us, so it was only a matter of locating my charming cabin and opening the door. Emigrant Springs proved a true rest that fed our souls.
Near the summit of the Blue Mountains, Emigrant Springs was a popular camp for Oregon Trail emigrants. It seemed fitting to halt our journey where other pioneers had found comfort and rest after arduous travel. Tomorrow would bring its share of challenges and adventures, but for now birds flitted in sunlight and a freshening breeze wafted through the trees.
©2013 by Janalyn Voigt
The High Queen is dying… At the royal summons, Shae mounts a wingabeast and soars through the air to the high hold of Faeraven, where all is not as it seems. Visions warn her of danger, and a dark soul touches hers in the night. When she encounters an attractive but disturbing musician, her wayward heart awakens. But then there is Kai, a guardian of Faeraven and of Shae. Secrets bind him to her, and her safety lies at the center of every decision he makes. On a desperate journey fraught with peril and the unknown, they battle warlike garns, waevens, ferocious raptors, and the wraiths of their own regrets. Yet, they must endure the campaign long enough to release the DawnKing—and the salvation he offers—into a divided land. To prevail, each must learn that sometimes victory comes only through surrender.
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