Reeve's Roadtrip Blog

I introduced myself to our campground neighbour, who in turn introduced himself. Vern is a local, so I ask him about Idaho. “Idaho? Well gee, just look around you, it’s full of rednecks” Unsure of the direction this conversation is taking, I go for a non-committal response: “How so?” “We’ve got our trucks, our flags, our guns… We're all rednecks round these parts. Heck, even I’m a redneck!” Treating the ‘R’ word as more pejorative than Vern’s usage of the term, I hesitate to respond. Fortunately Marie, who had joined us by this point, has no such qualms: “Cool, can I hold one of your guns?”. And thus the ice was broken. We set about getting to know the City of Rocks, Idaho’s premier climbing destination. Just because it is also Idaho’s sole climbing destination however, doesn’t mean it isn’t amazing. This is small-town potato-farming America’s answer to Brimham Rocks: a labyrinth jumble of granite, heavily patina’d and lightly bolted, phantastical forms of stone demanding ...