good things in idaho

we drove in, through crisp air, and rolling hills. the perfect flat of fields meeting wilderness boundaries in symmetrical lines. it's amazing how good it feels to be back on the road, to leave utah, and once again follow rivers.

lava, a town out of a story book. the streets are long narrow ice skating rinks, and the shops sell shiny rocks.
k picked the fanciest hotel in town. the shabby red carpet, and old staircase reminded me of a victorian mansion. i walked around pretending i was elizabeth bennet for two days.
we snowboarded at pebble creek, a mountain that claims to have the best french fries in the west, they did not disappoint.
next time, we will take cross country skis. those un-tracked fields beg me to explore the rounded hills, nothing can remain unblemished for long.