Four State Day

This trip is one where a four state day is not hard to accomplish.  Evanston, WY is almost directly on the Utah border, so minutes after getting on the road it became a two state day.  We started our day with a trip to the fireworks store (one of the family obligations since we come through where you can get the "good stuff") and we were on the road just after eleven.  We had a lot of cloudy weather, a little rain, and a few moments of sunshine.  Luckily, the wind was much less.   But, then, we were out of Wyoming.

  Three hours later we crossed into Idaho. 

 

The part of Idaho we cross on this route is potato and grain country

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And very volcanic.  You can see broken lava flows all around, and at times, in the distance you can look at a hillside and see that it is a lava flow over the top of previous flows.  Some areas along the interstate have blocky ridges, and some look like collapsed lava tubes.

Just before seven we crossed into Montana, and a few miles later, pulled over at a small, cheap RV park. 

We knew about it because we've stayed here once or twice before.  $15 (plus tax, of course) gets you full hookups, $10 gets you an electric site.  I had forgotten we needed to dump our black tank before we settle for the summer, but he let us dump for no additional charge.  Can't help but wonder if the lower fee is really because the water connection broke and he can keep using the site anyway.  $10.70 total for the night.  Regardless, it is one of the bargains out there.   Don't expect much, some gravel driving paths, some grass and hookups.  There is a school right behind it, home of the Lima Bears, and the field (track football, what have you) is right next to the site we were in.

There's a café across the way, so you can walk to dinner if you want.  Not great food, but reasonable.  We celebrated "monthiversary" number 392 (that's 32 years and 8 months, all celebrated at least a little bit) at Jan's with sirloin steaks and an add-on of shrimp to make it surf-n-turf.  One of the potato choices was twice baked, and you get soup or salad.  This morning, the leftover twice baked potatoes, with added sour cream to alleviate their dryness, and the dinner rolls that sopped up the steak juice, will be our breakfast.  Lunch will be my leftover steak, split into two thinner slabs, on sourdough bread.  So, three meals, and Max's dinner, too (Tom's leftover steak cut into bites).  We had "12-ounce" sirloin steaks, but they were both much larger than what I've been served as a "12-ounce" steak in other places.  I think their twelve ounces might be after cooking instead of before.  It could have used some salt, and garlic, but in Lima, Montana there aren't many choices and it was good enough.

To be continued