Museum-ing

Round 1:
Have you ever been to a Potato Museum? Well to tell you the truth, I hadn't either until this weekend. Shocking. I know. Because who in their right mind hasn't been to a potato museum? Especially if they live in Idaho - the land flowing with milk, honey, and potatoes. Well I, along with my two trusty friends Ashleigh and Tyler, decided to go to said museum. We even skipped class for this adventure and let me tell you...it was totally worth it. Do you know what I got to see? I got to see the entire history of potatoes! Did you know they originated in Peru? And Idaho just happens to have the perfect climate to grow them? And that the biggest potato was over 8 pounds? And there's a freaking potato song? I even witnessed the biggest potato crisp in the world and let me tell you....it was big. Chyeah. I know. Be jealous. And the best part? I got a carton of hash browns because at the Idaho Potato Museum their motto is, "We give taters to out-of-staters." I love those guys.

Round 2:
The Museum of Idaho. But this wasn't just the normal old Museum of Idaho. Nope. The Titanic was there. Yes that's right....the Titanic. Ok so maybe not the whole thing but there was a bunch of stuff from it. A lot of really cool stuff actually. And I didn't know this but apparently when you've paid for admission to a Titanic exhibit, you become one of the passengers on it. Yes, it's true. I got my boarding pass to the Titanic and it said my name was Mr. Percy Andrew Bailey. Percy? Please. Anyways, apparently I'm 18, and a 2nd class passenger on my way to New York City to see my uncle before going to Ohio to be an apprentice butcher. My dream career. Well we went through the museum and saw a bunch of pretty sweet stuff from the Titanic. I got to put my hand on a hunk of ice for a while and tried to make a handprint in it but it was just too cold. And I also colored some pretty pictures (they had coloring stations with crayons and I couldn't resist). But there's also sad news. I died. Yes, it's true. I looked on the list of survivors and not-so-survivors and I was lost to Davy Jones. I never got to be a butcher and I'm pretty sure my uncle will be disappointed that I never came. Crap.

Round 3:
We ran out of Museums so we decided to go to the temple visitor's center, which is kinda like a museum right? We got a full on narrated tour from a sweet old man that was just so excited that he could talk to anybody that he just kept on talking. Maybe he thought we were good practice. Then we took pictures of the actual Idaho Falls in Idaho falls and contemplated life for a while. Then we ran through a flock of ducks and geese like they do in the movies, ya know? But we almost got attacked by a goose, so no more of that. After a few other stops and meals, we headed home. It was a great day.