Whereas I cut my Elko trip short, I turned Boise’s San Inazio weekend into a little vacation, choosing to stay Thursday through Monday. Here are the highlights:
Arriving at noon and immediately dying from the sweltering heat and 20% humidity of Boise (it was 61 degrees in SF), my old music camp friends took me floating down the river. It was an excellent way to relax, cool down, and get acclimated.
In the evening, my hosts for the weekend drove me outside of Banks, Idaho to a shady spot called Skinny Dipper Hot Springs.
Being a nature-deprived city kid, I had never seen a hot springs before let alone soaked in one. But hey, Mother Nature’s jacuzzi? I was so down to take a dip.
This place was amazingly secluded, not visible from the road and requiring a half mile steep uphill hike on a rocky trail to get to it. The view was spectacular. Well worth the trek!
Although I was initially grossed out by the algae all over the water that no one had warned me about, the hot springs were a big highlight of the trip for me.
Photo Credit: Amaya Oxarango-Ingram
And when we got back late, Amuma had a feast of spare ribs, potatoes, and rice pudding waiting for us! Living the life.
I started the day off right once again with a massage and Reiki session from my friend and Hella Basque photographer, Amaya Oxarango-Ingram. Multi-talented, Amaya is an entrepreneurial massage therapist with her own practice called Therapeutic Touch based in Meridian, Idaho.
If you’re in the Boise area and in search of a great massage therapist or just a way to release some of those super tight muscles from the craziness of the weekend, check out her Facebook page or email firstname.lastname@example.org. I felt so relaxed and comfortable during and after the session that I never wanted it to end. Super professional and very talented, check her out.
At 7:00 began the Class B paleta goma (a.k.a. pala) semi-finals–San Francisco vs. Boise. The fronton was a hot box with separate cheering sections side by side. San Francisco won and advanced to the finals Saturday morning.
After the game followed a round of the long awaited, much coveted croquetas and solomo sandwiches at the Oinkari fundraising food booth. (For those who don’t know, the Oinkaris are Boise’s Basque folk dancing group.)
Loving the croquetas in Boise!
Photo Credit: Sasha Sklyar
Being Family and Friends night, it was a quieter evening on the block, which gave me the opportunity to reconnect with my cousins who came for the weekend. I discovered a second cousin I hadn’t seen for at least five years traveled to Boise for the Class A paleta goma finals. He introduced himself to me, and I responded with a plucky “Hi. I’m your cousin.”
Reuniting with family is one of the many things I love about Basque festivals.
Heading into Leku Ona‘s bar on the corner of the Basque Block, I found three Jeans from California. Hella Basque guys with hella French names. So solid.
Jean-Luc, Jean-Louis, Jean-Michel
Wanting to keep Friday as an early night to conserve my energy for the Saturday night madness to come, I headed out around 10:30. (We introverts need to do things like that.)