Week 38: Why was there no WIFI?

My blog post is a bit late this week.  That would be because I traveled back to Blackfoot, Idaho for a memorial service for my father.  He grew up in Blackfoot and most of his family is still around there.  And so I went back.

Blackfoot is about 605 miles away from Las Vegas.  That’s quite a drive. A very long, boring drive.  I thought maybe I could make it a fun trip and shoot some video on my way.  I could take a few photos and make everything an adventure.  It didn’t turn out quite like that.

Now you might wonder why I didn’t post things on Facebook, or Twitter, or maybe a photo or two on Instagram while I was away.  That would be because if people know you’re out of town in Las Vegas, they sometimes like to visit your home and run off with all your stuff.  I didn’t want to advertise that I wasn’t around.

And so off I went. I didn’t have to drive, instead it was a long, boring ride for me.  I did write in another blog that I would want to tell the driver to stop every ten minutes or so to fish because that was something my dad would have liked to do, but it was such a long drive I just wanted to get it over with.  And we did make plenty of stops along the way.

Once in Blackfoot, I had quite a view.  It looked like this:

Well lookie there!  It’s some sheep!  No WIFI, but sheep, and right out my window, too!  Fantastic.  My sleeping arrangements were in a small room on an air mattress.  My first night I discovered the mattress I was given had some kind of leak and so after sleeping for a few hours I would wake up on a large pile of mush.  Have you ever tried to get off of mush?  It’s quite a difficult thing to do. By the second night I learned to just wake up and fill the mattress back up every few hours.  That was an absolutely horrifying experience, let me tell you!  I was not happy!

We arrived on Friday night and Saturday would be dad’s memorial service.  It was one of the oddest things I’ve ever attended.  People stood up at a podium and talked about dad.  One couple I guess knew him from his high school days.  They had to be in their late seventies.  They spoke about how my dad had stolen some hubcaps when he was younger, and how he had helped another kid drive his car into a canal for some insurance money.  Who talks about things like that at a memorial service? 

I met a guy who played baseball in high school with my dad.  I don’t remember his name, but he shook my hand and told me my father had a “great arm” back then.  At least he talked a bit about baseball and not some crazy, illegal thing dad had done!

While I was in Blackfoot there was no WIFI.  I could use the data on my cell phone, but you never realize how much you really miss something like WIFI until you don’t have it.  The uncle I was staying with didn’t have a computer, and so didn’t need WIFI. 

Well, that was my weekend for this week.  I’m glad I went for the service, but also very glad it’s over.  I need to get back into my regular routine now.  Things have to move forward.

So why was there no WIFI?  Because the old people don’t use it, I guess.  Until next time, keep asking why.