Then we drove long and hard through very mountainous country for a long while, following various rivers cutting through them. Beautiful scenery. Kinda desolate and rugged, and full of grandeur.
|Overlooking Lewiston, with it's stinky paper mill.|
|Clarkston is on the other side of the river.|
We stopped along the drive to explore a roaring creek (also pronounced "woawing cweek") and to admire one of the many little waterfalls throughout the hills.
Of course I had to take a picture of a railroad trestle bridge.
One of the towns through which we passed appeared to have had a snow sculpturing contest.
One of the scenic overlooks had a rock which begged to be climbed.
Then we came to long flat country with beautiful mountains surrounding us.
Since the scenery was rather unchanging at this point, I continued on my relentless pursuit of learning to knit and Hank the Cowdog provided more entertainment for all.
We had hoped to stop at a hotel with a pool, but it was closed for maintenance so we went to one with free breakfast instead. This has become a family joke as closed down pools have happened several times before. The one place we stopped with an open pool had a non-functioning hot tub. Oh, well, the Best Western in Burley, east of Boise, had wonderfully comfortable beds and we slept long.