Idaho Water
When I grew up in Idaho I was rightfully very naive to the outside world. I had heard old people talk of those "rich people in California" or about the "city kids" who don't know how to work, but I hadn't ever actually experienced any of these foreign people myself. I was completely immersed in my Idaho culture—so much that it was difficult to even recognize that there was a "culture" there at all.
It reminds me of a parable where there are two young koi fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other direction. The older fish nods at them in passing and says, “Morning, boys. How’s the water?” The two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, “What the hell is water?”
Not saying that the culture of Idaho is bad, but after being away for years and then returning for summertime vacations the culture is tangibly thick. It's palpable. It's wet with conservative ideals, old western views on work, religion, and life.
It's also refreshingly simplistic and down to Earth. While there are many things I'd happily change if I could, I do I enjoy a little Idaho water.
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