Day 31 – Idaho Falls, ID

After a relatively perfunctory walk with Don, we devolved into the usual pre-travel activities, in which I don’t play a major part, except for keeping out of the way.  Right on the button of eleven, we hauled anchor and hit the I-15 heading south toward Idaho.  It was a smooth ride all the way, with marvelous scenery, which I even looked at for awhile before taking a needed nap.  Don continued to comment on the fullness of the Montana rivers, and how they were just going to wind up serving to dilute oil in the Gulf of Mexico, when they could be diverted to water our crops in California. 

Once we got over the Continental Divide again, and into Idaho, the terrain was much less spectacular, all the way into Idaho Falls.  That’s OK, we’ve seen a lot of really spectacular landscapes in the last few days.  We pulled into our Park around two, and got set up quickly.  After a short rest period, we piled into the truck and headed into town to visit the Visitor’s Center, where Geri and Don collected the usual copious quantity of literature that will reveal to them the hidden beauties of the area. 

Here’s where things went a little bit whacko.  Many years ago (maybe 10 or 12), they had visited Idaho Falls on a high speed trip through western Canada and our Northwest.  They had spent the night here, but not really experienced the city, except for a stop at a bakery on the morning they left.  There, they had experienced a heavenly revelation of the most delicious apple fritters they had ever tasted.  They have been waiting with ravenous anticipation all these years for the opportunity to relive the experience.  Accordingly, they questioned the ladies in the Visitor Center regarding their knowledge of a small bakery on highway 20, the road to Arco.  None of them had any knowledge of such a place, but one of them recommended the fritters produced by another bakery.  Undeterred, our explorers headed west on highway 20, scanning the businesses on the south side of the road, searching for their beloved bakery.  This was taking the form of a Quest.  They were well on their way to Arco before they finally gave up, determining the bakery as a goner.  As a second choice, they determined that they would find the bakery recommended by the gal in the Visitor Center.  Turns out they had not been listening carefully to the address she had given them, and they were futilely trying to pressure Garmie into revealing the location of the place, which she was ignorant of.  Conceding defeat, they tooled back to the Visitor Center, where Geri was delegated to get the accurate address of the place by torture or any other means necessary.  I’m sure that my patrons will be the subject of conversation at the Visitor Center for several days, the Crazed Californians in search of the Holy Apple Fritter. 

Well, Geri got the address, and the information that the bakery closed at two in the PM, so they went grocery shopping instead.  As a stroke of Divine Intervention, the supermarket they chose to go to was almost directly across the street from the second choice bakery!  There will probably be a high speed run for fritters in the morning.  We headed for home, and Don cooked up the pork chops we had bought in Dillon, along with some wild rice mix and veggies, resulting in some decent plates.  With the Blog completed, we all turned in fairly early.  No pics today, none taken, ‘cause no Holy Fritters were found to photograph.  See ya manana!