As I crossed the border, the countryside opened up her skirt to show the lush greenery. All the recent rains have awakened colors that have been dormant for far too long. Shades of green not found in a crayola box. My Aunt always called Idaho “God’s Country”.
I think I finally understands what she meant.
A few hours later the exit sign for Idaho Falls comes into view. My destination for a couple of days. A perfect spring day up in the high country, with the bluest of skies and the puffiest of clouds.
I find a local watering hole downtown that has more charm and charisma than I was prepared for. An evening thunderstorm rolls quickly in, but the deep oak, soft leather and wall lined wine bottles have my attention.
I disappear into a lovely evening in the unassuming town of Idaho Falls.
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