I went, I tried not to look, I conquered.

Last week, Matt spent 5 days in San Diego helping his granddad out while Granddad's wife was out of town. I decided that while he was gone, I'd take the girls to Idaho Falls to visit their cousins and hit the Twin Falls Temple open house on the way.

I excitedly made all the plans. I would drive to Twin on Thursday, we'd stay Thursday night at a hotel with cable and a pool, go to the open house Friday morning, and on to Idaho Falls after that.

I was quite satisfied with my little plan, until I remembered one thing: The Perrine Bridge.



The Perrine Bridge is the bridge that connects Twin Falls to I-84: the quickest route from where we are. It also happens to be a quarter mile long and almost 500 feet high. I'm afraid of heights. I'm afraid of bridges. High bridges? Forget it.

So I looked at alternate routes and decided I'd go through Hagerman, which would add an hour to the trip but didn't include any ridiculous bridges; also it's a pretty drive.

We dropped Matt off at the airport and headed for Twin Falls. The baby fell asleep. At Mountain Home, she was still asleep. As I neared the Bliss/Hagerman turnoff, she was still asleep. At that point I had to decide whether to take the long way and quite probably brave a cranky toddler over the next 2 hours, or take the short way and brave the bridge. I decided that the latter was a better option.

And I did it.

However, I did not close my eyes, as my sister suggested. (Don't worry, I know you were kidding.)