Our sky broadened over the past two weeks as we hit the road with Lucy in tow.  Where to?  It's Idaho, friends.  I don't know much about Idaho after having lived here for two years.  Potatoes grow here.  Hemingway died here.  These are my few confirmed facts.  Naturally, the subject of Idaho must be a great deal deeper than that.

When I show people photos of where I live, I am sometimes met with - "oh, I didn't know there were mountains in Idaho."  In my pre-Idaho life, I had only driven through a part of the state.  It was miles of flat exposed earth that held the source of the state's namesake, and it stunk to high heaven of manure.  I mean, it truly reeked.  So I totally understand the reaction to the existence of mountains here in the Potato State.

Yes, mountains are here.  Lots of 'em.  See?  Ya can't even drive directly down the middle of the state.  Too many mountains!

Our valley is a pristine pocket of nature's glory, and it's easy to get socked into the remote aspect of living here.  But Idaho is big - and we intended to see some more of it.

Hanging out at the Gorge Amphitheater
in George, WA


White sandy beach, and it's all ours.


Lucy swam.  And swam, and swam...


View from Lolo trail road.


Camping among peaceful aspens.


Look!  I'm cookin'!


Look!  I'm collectin' wood!


Stanley Lake


Campsite surroundings.


Redfish Lake.


Redfish Lake.


Western view.


Sawtooths


See all of our photos from
the trip at Flickr!


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