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| The last state till home |
Idaho, land of the famous Idaho Potato.
We departed West Yellowstone at 0930 en route to somewhere in Idaho. Dad didn't have a plan on where we were headed but as long as it was west then I wasn't going to complain. We were just vagabonds on the road going where the wind blows us. As it turns out it practically blew us back to Montana. We had wind and rain most of the day until we finally set anchor in Twin Falls, Idaho. We stayed at Rock Creek State Park and I'm not kidding when I say we were the only ones there. Maybe they knew something we didn't like the fact that there were marmots running around all over the place and some of them were bigger than a Tennganese Booney Cat.
The next morning we headed up to the Garden Valley area of Idaho to visit with some old Coast Guard buddies of Mom and Dads. We are going to spend a couple of nights there so they can swap sea stories.
They really are dragging this vacation (?) out.
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| The long road out of Idaho |
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| Maury the Marmot |
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| Following the Snake River |
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| The Payette River |
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| Somewhere around Garden Valley |
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