The Miles Family: Makes Me Wanna Take a Back Road

The hubster and I spent Memorial Day weekend with his family up in Driggs, Idaho at the Buxton Farm, on Buxton Lane, just over Buxton bridge. After the long car ride through the middle of nowhere, you enter the beautiful valley, overlooked by the Tetons.

This is one of the most peaceful and beautiful places I've been to: no crowds, no hustle and bustle, no traffic, no shopping malls. Just friendly waves from passers by, dirt roads, acres upon acres of farmland, and one stoplight. Just ONE.

I love this place. This is where generations of Buxtons have worked the land over with their hands, planting and harvesting potatoes, barley, hay, you name it. I love hearing all the stories about the hardships and the fun times. I'm grateful for the farm in Driggs. My part-cowboy, part-politician split-personality husband (love him so much!) spent his summers working side by side Granpda and Grandma Buxton, repairing fences, branding calves, plowing fields, moving pipe. He learned how to work and how to work HARD. Getting up with the sun and working all day until sundown. Without spending his summers up there, my husband would most likely be like too many people's husbands: lazy and afraid to get his hands dirty! (HAHAHAHA JK, but for reals)

There is a beautiful simplicity up in that Teton Valley that I have come to love. To be cliche, people stop to smell the roses there. And that fresh, mountain air does a lotta good for the soul! That trip was just what I needed: a break from the busy and complicated world we live in. Nothing better than a ride up the canyon on a four-wheeler, campfires and mallows, and making more memories with family.