To some folks, saving $30 by changing your own oil isn’t worth it. I grew up poor, and an extra $30 in the family budget meant we could afford the finer things in life like VHS rentals and supermarket ice cream.
Though I’m in my thirties now and can afford to have someone else do an oil change for me, I still like to save money and get the bragging rights that come with being a self-reliant, grab life by the horns kinda guy. I do it for the thrills.
In the mid 1860s, at its peak during the gold rush, Idaho City was the biggest city in the northwest with about 200 businesses and 7,000 residents. If you’ve been to the small mountain town in the last 130 years, you’ve probably noticed it’s changed a bit.
With about 500 residents, according to the 2010 census, Idaho City is a remote stop along scenic Highway 21. But even during the blisteringly cold winter months, Idaho City is the base camp of memory for adventure seekers like myself who crave the beauty and peaceful solitude of Idaho’s mountainous wild.
It’s official. I can’t be a member of Idaho Jeep Girls for two glaring reasons: I don’t own a Jeep and I’m not a girl. Despite my attempts at haggling and offering to trade in my Subaru for the famed four-wheel drive, nothing could convince members to let me join.
Alas, I’ll have to find another group that will take me. Maybe the Shriners are recruiting…
Crossing deep snow is a pain in the you-know-what. Since our ancestors didn’t have four-wheel drives and Whole Foods with stocked shelves, they were forced to invent efficient ways to cross snow effectively to hunt and forage. In modern Russia, archaeologists have found skis that date back as far as 8,000 BCE, so the method has been around for a while.
Always looking for new ways to get sore muscles, my girlfriend and I decided to try out some skate skiing. But before we get into that fiasco, let’s start with the basics.
Famed financial guru, Dave Ramsey, says you shouldn’t buy a new car “unless you’re a millionaire.” According to a study of 10,000 millionaires, he said, the people questioned in the study said they did not buy a new car in the years leading up to their financial success.
“They just said, ‘We’re not putting our money in crap that goes down in value and then scratch our heads and wonder why we’re not millionaires,’” Ramsey said.
After donning my climbing shoes and tightening my harness, I attached myself to an auto belay carabiner, grasped a nearby outcropping, and began pulling myself up a 45-foot wall at The Commons climbing gym.
Halfway up the knobby embankment, I was out of breath, my forearms burned and my fingers ached as I searched frantically for footholds below like I was climbing a prison wall to freedom. Also, I knew there was a climber watching me from a bench below and I certainly wasn’t going to look like a wuss, so I forged on to the top.
For the last six years, since my 2014 Subaru Outback rolled out of the factory, that yellow orb in the sky we affectionately call the sun has conspired to destroy my car’s headlights. You see, despite the sun being 93 million miles away, it emits harmful ultraviolet rays that burn my fair Irish skin and erode the plastic on my car’s headlights giving them a hazy, foggy appearance.
Fortunately my fellow homosapiens have developed easily accessible technology to cure ailing headlights. With this in mind, I headed down the road to my friendly neighborhood auto parts locale and picked up a headlight restoration kit.
In 1940 things weren’t exactly peachy in Europe and Southeast Asia. Hitler had invaded Poland, Norway, and by June that year, most of western Europe. Japan had invaded China and would soon bomb Pearl Harbor before spreading its tentacles over southeast Asia.
During World War I, the U.S Military mainly relied on inefficient gas-powered vehicles and horses for scouting and transporting troops and weapons. By constantly pestering the Army at their offices and cocktail parties, a persistent car company lobbyist was able to convince military brass that his company could design and build the light-weight, all-wheel-drive vehicle they had dreamed of for decades.
In the holiday classic “Christmas Vacation,” Chevy Chase’s character Clark “Sparky” Griswold is on a mission to complete the greatest Christmas light display of all time. The clumsy family man ends up high on a shaky ladder, with staple gun in hand, carefully stringing Christmas lights under the gutters of his suburban home.
Soon after beginning his quest for glory, Griswold accidentally staples his flannel sleeve to the house, then in an attempt to free himself, tears off his entire sleeve, flying backwards against a thick tree limb while gripping his ladder in terror.
Boise transplant Diana DeJesus probably knows more about the City of Trees than most natives. That’s because for the past four years, she’s delved into the city’s happenings on her popular Instagram page, Boise Bucket List, which boasts nearly 58,000 followers.
DeJesus covers some great outdoor and culinary activities to make your upcoming weekend one to remember.