Southwest Idaho has a long history with trouble, and trouble, stress and traumatic moments are the ingredients--for whatever causes spirits to be restless or leave an impression in this reality. Here are some of the more publicly known local hauntings.
A few slabs of brick wall are all that remains of the De la Ronde mansion. Pieces of rusted iron fence are broken and lying on the ground. A bent sign along the St. Bernard Highway announces this as a site of the 1815 Battle of New Orleans. The major conflict here is nearly two centuries old. Somehow, that fact makes De la Ronde seem like an oasis.
Sometimes I think the terrorists have succeeded in doing what they intended to do. We can't turn around without someone screaming that the sky is falling. A few weeks ago, a geocache was mistaken for a bomb on the Rainbow Bridge north of Smith's Ferry blocking traffic for hours while bomb squads investigated. Last year, harmless flour used to mark a trail for a Monday night Hash House Harriers run was mistaken for--you guessed it--anthrax. This week, an entire terminal in San Diego's airport was cleared because an X-ray screener mistook a child's toy and cookie for bomb making parts.
I would just like to express a very heartfelt thank you to all of my close friends and family who have been very supportive through a very difficult time in my life. Mom, Dad, Christy, Mark, Neil, Connie, Sarah, Nick, Rob, Daniel, Tweedle, Zeek and especially Kyle--I couldn't have made it through without you. To everyone else--have a great Halloween!