On May 31st we left Weiser and spent about ten
hours on the road to Coeur d'Alene which is far
north. It included a scenic route that had many
twists, turns, trees and only a few glimpses of the
lake. We did see much of western Idaho which
included changes in moisture, types of mountains
and general topography of each region. This was
Glen's first trip that far north. We found a very
nice motel just minutes from a wonderful restaurant
with a patio and lake. An added bonus was Bunny,
a horse that was munching on fresh grass just over
a short wall. His owner was at the next table and
had the other end of his halter. She rode him the two
miles from home, while her husband roller bladed
beside her. Only in Idaho! I had fresh
Pan Fried Trout, herbed potatoes and asparagus
with cheese cake for desert.
We walked the lake at sunset.
Monday we drove to Sandpoint which is about
forty miles north, and discovered Trinity Beach
and a restaurant with a patio that overlooked a
sandy beach where small children frolicked in
the shallow water. Lunch was a delight. That
evening we had dinner on the patio with some
old friends from our missionary days. Paul was
the CEO of MAI. The joy we experienced with
them that evening is a taste of what is coming
in the future when all that is negative will be
swallowed up in the presence of our King! We
lost track of time--until it started to rain. Thunder
rumbled most of the night.
Tuesday we drove across the top of the state
and headed for Montana at a leisurely pace with
a stop at the oldest still standing building in
Idaho. It was a Catholic Church with high painted
ceilings. The Forest Ranger kept ten year olds
quiet with the story of how a building can come
together without power tools or nails! Forty kids
sat still on the floor, asked good questions, and
listened to the answers. Only in Idaho!
As we drove into Montana the scenery began to
change into rolling green hills surrounded by
mountains--lots of sky. About 5PM we came into
Butte and stopped at Toad Hall Manor--you know,
Wind in the Willows--. What a delightful B&B!
Our host served up cold drinks and then suggested
a newly opened restaurant. Again we dined on
excellent food and came back feeling spoiled.
However, it was only the beginning because at
7:30AM there was a knock on the door and soon
we were enjoying hot coffee and scones. Breakfast
was served an hour later on the deck with the
temperature at 50 degrees. No one found it cold
in the brilliant sunshine. Eat your heart out,
you Easterners!
Wednesday we crossed a 7,000 ft pass which put
us back into Idaho. The higher peaks still had
snow. Butte itself is a mile high. It took me awhile
to realize just why we were so tired! We stayed in
Idaho Falls and it was early to bed!
Thursday morning we took a country road that
took us past and into the Experimental Breeder
Reactor built in the 50's and turned into a
museum in the 60's. It was the first place to
breed Plutonium. Glen was in hog heaven!
From there we headed to Craters of the Moon
by way of Pickles--a restaurant-- where I had
an Atomic Burger. Really... We arrived at the
National Parkand found ourselves in a strange
land of lava fields, mountains of ash, caves and
lava vents. It did look like the face of the moon!
The volcano last erupted about 1,000 years ago
and is evidently tied to the lava generated under
Yellowstone Park. The volcano carved out the
Snake River Valley and made it impossible for
the wagon trains to come that way. We drove
for miles before we ran out of old lava. What
an event that must have been! The west is
dotted with extinct and dormant volcanoes--
something you don't find much of in the east.
Perhaps it is for the better...
Friday we headed home leaving behind the
ice caves and Shoshone Falls for another time.
We stopped at an Air Force Base so I could
get a new ID card and so we could do a little
shopping. It brought back memories of our
time in the military.
That evening God capped off our wonderful
vacation with a spectacular sunset--just for
us.
As I sit outside drinking in the flowers and
gorgeous blue sky, I'm feeling so grateful
for our trip--and the coming home. The
hummers are into the fresh sweet nectar,
a butterfly flits among the flowers. I notice
that the garden needs weeding--again.
Well, Reader, now you know why it has
been so quiet on this end.
hours on the road to Coeur d'Alene which is far
north. It included a scenic route that had many
twists, turns, trees and only a few glimpses of the
lake. We did see much of western Idaho which
included changes in moisture, types of mountains
and general topography of each region. This was
Glen's first trip that far north. We found a very
nice motel just minutes from a wonderful restaurant
with a patio and lake. An added bonus was Bunny,
a horse that was munching on fresh grass just over
a short wall. His owner was at the next table and
had the other end of his halter. She rode him the two
miles from home, while her husband roller bladed
beside her. Only in Idaho! I had fresh
Pan Fried Trout, herbed potatoes and asparagus
with cheese cake for desert.
We walked the lake at sunset.
Monday we drove to Sandpoint which is about
forty miles north, and discovered Trinity Beach
and a restaurant with a patio that overlooked a
sandy beach where small children frolicked in
the shallow water. Lunch was a delight. That
evening we had dinner on the patio with some
old friends from our missionary days. Paul was
the CEO of MAI. The joy we experienced with
them that evening is a taste of what is coming
in the future when all that is negative will be
swallowed up in the presence of our King! We
lost track of time--until it started to rain. Thunder
rumbled most of the night.
Tuesday we drove across the top of the state
and headed for Montana at a leisurely pace with
a stop at the oldest still standing building in
Idaho. It was a Catholic Church with high painted
ceilings. The Forest Ranger kept ten year olds
quiet with the story of how a building can come
together without power tools or nails! Forty kids
sat still on the floor, asked good questions, and
listened to the answers. Only in Idaho!
As we drove into Montana the scenery began to
change into rolling green hills surrounded by
mountains--lots of sky. About 5PM we came into
Butte and stopped at Toad Hall Manor--you know,
Wind in the Willows--. What a delightful B&B!
Our host served up cold drinks and then suggested
a newly opened restaurant. Again we dined on
excellent food and came back feeling spoiled.
However, it was only the beginning because at
7:30AM there was a knock on the door and soon
we were enjoying hot coffee and scones. Breakfast
was served an hour later on the deck with the
temperature at 50 degrees. No one found it cold
in the brilliant sunshine. Eat your heart out,
you Easterners!
Wednesday we crossed a 7,000 ft pass which put
us back into Idaho. The higher peaks still had
snow. Butte itself is a mile high. It took me awhile
to realize just why we were so tired! We stayed in
Idaho Falls and it was early to bed!
Thursday morning we took a country road that
took us past and into the Experimental Breeder
Reactor built in the 50's and turned into a
museum in the 60's. It was the first place to
breed Plutonium. Glen was in hog heaven!
From there we headed to Craters of the Moon
by way of Pickles--a restaurant-- where I had
an Atomic Burger. Really... We arrived at the
National Parkand found ourselves in a strange
land of lava fields, mountains of ash, caves and
lava vents. It did look like the face of the moon!
The volcano last erupted about 1,000 years ago
and is evidently tied to the lava generated under
Yellowstone Park. The volcano carved out the
Snake River Valley and made it impossible for
the wagon trains to come that way. We drove
for miles before we ran out of old lava. What
an event that must have been! The west is
dotted with extinct and dormant volcanoes--
something you don't find much of in the east.
Perhaps it is for the better...
Friday we headed home leaving behind the
ice caves and Shoshone Falls for another time.
We stopped at an Air Force Base so I could
get a new ID card and so we could do a little
shopping. It brought back memories of our
time in the military.
That evening God capped off our wonderful
vacation with a spectacular sunset--just for
us.
As I sit outside drinking in the flowers and
gorgeous blue sky, I'm feeling so grateful
for our trip--and the coming home. The
hummers are into the fresh sweet nectar,
a butterfly flits among the flowers. I notice
that the garden needs weeding--again.
Well, Reader, now you know why it has
been so quiet on this end.
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