I can say I’m in Washington state. Last night was spent in Twin Falls, Idaho. Today I made the excellent decision to go north on ID-55 and then from there north on US 95 to Lewiston/Clarkston.
I thought it would be mostly desert on ID-55, but it climbs up into the mountains through some lovely twisty roads along the Payette River.
Weather conditions: Patchy snow. Which is almost more wonderful than if it were clear. But something weird happened just as I entered the Nez Perce reservation… It was like a visual joke from a cartoon or something. On the white people side of the boundary, a snow storm and blankets of snow on the ground. On the Nez Perce side, no snow, and none on the ground. Do the Nez Perce know something we don’t?
On arrival in Lewiston/Clarkston, I decided I had to spend the night in Clarkston, which is in Washington. That way I could say I made it out of Idaho. Well, just after crossing the bridge over the mighty Snake River, I found a burger joint called Sharpy’s. It wasn’t until later that I figured out why that name was disquieting… It reminded me of medical waste. Also, once inside, I learned that their featured cheeseburger is called Whackacheese. Seriously. It’s not bad. Just not good, either.