Sunday, we went to the Idaho Botanical Garden’s Harvest Festival. I don’t know exactly how, after fifteen years in Boise, but I’d never been to the IBG in the summer months. And given that it’s still in the 90s around here, I think October counts as summer…
We didn’t plan it or anything, but Captain Jack Scare-o and I dressed in the same color palette.
See that delicious corndog that Ryan is eating? That’s not just any corndog…
…it’s a CORNDOG FOR GROWNUPS. Ladies and gentlemen, the beer-battered bratwurst. ON A STICK.
We listened to Travis Ward and Hillfolk Noir while we ate. I’m not sure what was better: the sleeping backpack baby, or the fact that their instrumentation included a real saw.
Ryan made a new friend.
While taking a mildly photogenic moment to rest in the shade, we inadvertently made friends with a passel of kids who figured out how to freestyle climb up the walls of the gazebo. Ryan was pretty sure they were going to fall and die right in front of us, so when their dad showed up we vacated.
We met the world’s largest sock monkey. Really wondering where they found a sock big enough for the head. It was probably six feet tall if it stood up.
Also encountered Spongebob Scare Pants…
…and a blackbird retriever, which MIGHT have had a cute picture of it taken had someone’s backside not made a cameo. Seriously, people, I’m trying to take pictures of inanimate objects here. Show some consideration!
It was hot, but a little rainstorm blew in and cooled things off enough that we were able to enjoy some beautiful late summer/early fall foliage.
On the way out we had some apple cider and snapped one last shot of the Old Idaho Penitentiary, a striking place with an ugly past now surrounded by this beautiful garden.