Idaho+

After Montana I zipped up to the Sandpoint, Idaho vicinity on Lake Pend Oreille. I must say, it is quite a beautiful area. Now, as a Minnesota Native, that's easy to understand. I will always prefer fresh water over seawater. Freshwater rarely is home to critters that can eat you and/or sting you to death. Plus, you can drink it without much, if any, processing.

A long time BP colleague, mentor and friend lives up that way, and he was the purpose of the visit. As we are both retired, it was a great opportunity to catch-up and reminisce about the Old Patrol.

The first thing I was treated to was breakfast and a ride on my comrade's boat. Breakfast consisted of a cold bottle of Black Butte Porter. Mmm. Not exactly bacon & eggs, but apropos: I was back in the Pacific Northwest.

It was on this brief morning jaunt to the fuel dock, that I was informed that the lake was the former home of the Farragut Naval Training Station during World War II, and is one of the largest and deepest lakes in the Northwest. As I was helping my buddy moor his boat, I witnessed an overflight of two V-22 Osprey aircraft. What they were doing there is anyone's guess, but it was pretty cool. No photos because I had my hands tied up with some boat lines. (Wait, that doesn't look right. I meant, "my hands were occupied with handling the boat's lines...")

One of the high points of my visit was a side-trip to Spokane, WA for dinner with more former comrades in arms. We all swapped stories, but I mostly listened to the dirt and gossip of things far removed from my experience. I guess I am still just an innocent "Boy Scout" when it comes to such things. In any event, we all had a good time.

Group photo is courtesy of my buddy.

Another treat of my visit was a dinner at Slates Prime Time Grill & Sports Bar, with my old BP partner. He suggested the place, and said he was a regular. I had misgivings because sports bars tend to have the usual finger fodder for beer drinking and perhaps one signature offering of some repute. However, I was on a quest for new discoveries and put my doubts aside. In addition, my buddy has rarely led me astray, on or off the field. Trust is earned for a reason.

The menu was quite extensive for a sports bar. Also, my buddy knew all the cute waitresses by name, so he was indeed a regular customer. This bolstered my courage and I bravely ordered the Mussels Marinara. The menu listing looked scrumptious, but I would see for myself soon enough. Oh, the Mojito I ordered was perfect! A good omen.

Now, I was banking on my theory that great seafood is often found far away from the sea. The reasoning is that it costs the same to ship quality sea food to the interior as it does the crap. Therefore, they may as well just ship and offer the good quality stuff as the difference in price would be marginal, after shipping costs are combined. I have had very bad seafood on the coast. Some of it has been just awful. I figure this is the crap they keep, when they ship the good stuff out. Now there is a good mountain range or three between Idaho and the closest seacoast, so this would be a good test. It should also be noted that I have had Mussels Marinara several times in Italy, where I was introduced to the little sea critters and the dish. My taste buds had been calibrated by the best. It wasn't long before the still steaming entrée arrived.

OMG! It was heaven! It was as good as any I have tasted, and in a decent portion: at least a full half pound (I think a bit more than that). And none of them were "dead". That is, unopened shells. You never eat those, if you are served them. A closed shell is a sign the mussel is flawed in some manner and not to be consumed. A good restaurant will never allow them to be served. Sometimes they are. The seasoning was perfect, as was the linguini...Al dente. Wow. It was a magnificent experience. The second Mojito was as good as the first.

If you ever happen to visit that area of Idaho, I cannot recommend Slates Prime Time Grill & Sports Bar more. Check the link provided above. I will be back there for certain.

Aleksandra had been a good girl. She liked Idaho, too. I mean, how could she complain when the room furniture was made from scratching posts!



Just kidding. She behaved herself like the lady she is.

Idaho

One of my readers was wondering how I managed to skip Idaho (HINT: He lives there). I guess it went by so fast I didn't notice.

Not really. It was pretty twisty through the mountains, so I didn't take any photos. Idaho is pretty much as I remember it (The northern panhandle). It's very beautiful with the trees, mountains and lakes.

One thing of note, I played the old rock opera "Jesus Christ Superstar". It is a recent remastered edition of the original. Man...did it sound good. I had forgotten how good it was. I was also surprised I remembered so much of the lyrics. Back when it came out, I had a cassette version. I take that back. I had many of them. My old tape player used to eat them, because the tape was so thin, and I had to replace it many, many times. Good thing the old Musicland store would replace them at no charge. (Semi-related side bar: I played mostly old Black Sabbath driving through Montana)

This is a good time to update Aleksandra's status:

Well, she did finally poop. Unfortunately it was in her car carrier. As soon as she dealt it, I smelled it. No biggy. I was prepped for such an eventuality. I also have to give her kudos for "burying" it under her blanket. It was an easy clean up at the motel. She is eating well and using her potty pan now. And seems to have adjusted pretty well. She likes to perch on the room's window sill and watch the goofy tourists down below.

Oh, when I was unloading the car at 5:30 AM, she decided to escape the room! I didn't see her slip past me in the open door, but I had a feeling. I looked down the hallway and saw her butt end racing to the other end. She can run pretty fast for a fat ol' cat! I chased her down, and she ran past me to the other end. As I approached, she made a futile attempt to escape through the closed window. I opened the room door and she just went in. She knew the game was over.

She has no history of ever trying to escape before. Mebbe she just wanted to exercise after being cooped up for so long? Dunno. She's a cat. They will always surprise you.

The photo has nothing to do with this post. It's the black A4 Audi I played with and a sunset in the rear view mirror.