Back on the road.

I never did finish my recap about the route between Boise and Idaho Falls.

I might get to it after but my writing is running behind and there are other things to say. 

Suffice it for now to say that the trip involved 2 one hundred mile days, a hot spring in a cow pasture where I may or may not have been woken by a troop of naked Europeans filming a music video, old lava country, and some of the most lonely dessert I have yet to encounter.

Also there where potatoes...and zucchini bread. 

I lingered since then, first with family in Idaho Falls and then in Blackfoot.

Tarrying near a month may be what let's the winter catch me, but it was worth it.  More on this next post.