Smurf Turf

Like visiting Wimbledon's Centre Court and gazing upon the iconic grass courts, Boise St. University's oceanic astroturf leaves one short of breath... Did you catch the sarcasm? We thought, "What the hell," we're in Boise, might as well check it out.

Earlier that day, we said goodbye to our beloved campsite at Macks Creek and the morning routine took place as usual:

1) We strolled on the dock down to the beach and hit a couple golf balls into Lucky Peak Lake. 

2) Fold our sleeping bags, struggle to take the cot out of the tent, then unscrew the cot and fold. 

3) Take down the tent - one person gets the poles, the other folds the tent. 

4) Brush our teeth using a water bottle.

5) Rip open an instant coffee pack and empty it into what's left of the water bottle.

6) Double check the site to ensure nothing is left behind. 

7) Grab what you can to take to the car and add another handful. 

Then, we mindlessly stuff the car. But, this time, it didn't take any extra elbow grease. "How did the guitar just slide in like that?" Then it hit us. The glaring hole in Black Sally was left by the cooler. "Dude, where is the cooler?" We searched Russ and Len's campsite... not there. We knocked on Tim's trailer... no answer. We figured it was stolen in the night by some Boise St. students. One last attempt brought us to the local marina to see if someone turned it in... nope. Off to see the smurf turf.

We arrived at Bronco Stadium, home of the Boise State Broncos.

Integrity, honor, class. And a black eye courtesy of the Blount punch.

Buck em' Broncs

Our first sight of the Smurf Turf in person. Memories of this moment hit us immediately. 

Wolf enjoying the bright orange, cushy seats.

Detroit or Bronco's Stadium? Toss up...

The Boise St. trophy room. About as impressive as the Petrified Wood back at Yellowstone. 

With that, and a good luck to Boise St. in their season opener against UW, we hit the road to Bend.

"Face The Crowd" - Demian