We're in Idaho, we're in Idaho!
Sandpoint, Idaho; Mile 488
An eponymous river...
Another story from our family cross-country journeys: I'm very young, and having been cooped up for days in the back of the station wagon I experience an overwhelming elation at having finally gotten through Montana. I'm standing on the car seat, jumping up and down, shouting "We're in Idaho, we're in Idaho!!" I'm not sure I even knew what an Idaho was...
But here I am in Idaho again, having just finished the most amazingly wonderful dinner at Cafe Trinity -- hushpuppies, copper-river salmon cooked on a ceadar plank, ahi-tuna sashimi...Here's the executive chef, who makes wonderful food while taking bets from the rest of the kitchen staff and regaling them with details of his torrid love life!
There were so many highlights today; the Grand Coolee Dam was the most disapointing (unlike the shocking height and narrow dimensions of the Hoover Dam, the Grand Coolee is more of a concrete wall -- though evidently there is a big laser light show at night...); I got to spend a great deal of time in the Colville Indian Reservation, made up of a forced confederacy of tribes from throughout the Northwest -- all relocted here, including the Pince Nez of Cheif Jospeh fame, who were relocated from Oregon via Missouri... It is strange to read the stories of battles, slaughters, forced-marches and broken promises and then wonder how almost all those stories slipped away from our mainstream national history and consciousness.
There was no loneliness in today's drive. For one thing, I was surrounded by such incredible beauty -- waterfalls, mountains, deep forests. Sometimes the view was of incredible open space and soaring hights:
And then there was this fellow, ready to rise up with his stoney bones and stride with giant steps across the Cascades:
But it was a long drive -- in hours if not in miles. I had a grinding headache most of the morning, from too much coffee and too little sleep. To encourage me along, I had the company of books-on-tape (well, on iPod, but close enough). For a couple hours I got to listen to James Earl Jones reading the bible -- great to hear the bible outloud, but frustrating that the producers decided to back Jones' basso profundo with tinny elevator-music versions of evangelical hymns... There were profound thoughts duriung the day, but now it's a quarter-to-eleven and I'm parked outside a Quality Inn (where I'm taking advantage of their wireless internet service). You'll have to wait till Thursday for the deep thunking :)
An eponymous river...
Another story from our family cross-country journeys: I'm very young, and having been cooped up for days in the back of the station wagon I experience an overwhelming elation at having finally gotten through Montana. I'm standing on the car seat, jumping up and down, shouting "We're in Idaho, we're in Idaho!!" I'm not sure I even knew what an Idaho was...
But here I am in Idaho again, having just finished the most amazingly wonderful dinner at Cafe Trinity -- hushpuppies, copper-river salmon cooked on a ceadar plank, ahi-tuna sashimi...Here's the executive chef, who makes wonderful food while taking bets from the rest of the kitchen staff and regaling them with details of his torrid love life!
There were so many highlights today; the Grand Coolee Dam was the most disapointing (unlike the shocking height and narrow dimensions of the Hoover Dam, the Grand Coolee is more of a concrete wall -- though evidently there is a big laser light show at night...); I got to spend a great deal of time in the Colville Indian Reservation, made up of a forced confederacy of tribes from throughout the Northwest -- all relocted here, including the Pince Nez of Cheif Jospeh fame, who were relocated from Oregon via Missouri... It is strange to read the stories of battles, slaughters, forced-marches and broken promises and then wonder how almost all those stories slipped away from our mainstream national history and consciousness.
There was no loneliness in today's drive. For one thing, I was surrounded by such incredible beauty -- waterfalls, mountains, deep forests. Sometimes the view was of incredible open space and soaring hights:
And then there was this fellow, ready to rise up with his stoney bones and stride with giant steps across the Cascades:
But it was a long drive -- in hours if not in miles. I had a grinding headache most of the morning, from too much coffee and too little sleep. To encourage me along, I had the company of books-on-tape (well, on iPod, but close enough). For a couple hours I got to listen to James Earl Jones reading the bible -- great to hear the bible outloud, but frustrating that the producers decided to back Jones' basso profundo with tinny elevator-music versions of evangelical hymns... There were profound thoughts duriung the day, but now it's a quarter-to-eleven and I'm parked outside a Quality Inn (where I'm taking advantage of their wireless internet service). You'll have to wait till Thursday for the deep thunking :)
posted by tetracontadigon at 6/16/2005
1 Comments:
Looks like you had a wonderful trip. I'd love to be able to take a journey like that and just enjoy what there is to offer as opposed to jetting through. I noticed you stopeed at Cafe Trinity. I was just going to see if you could possibly make the "Cafe Trinity" text link to their page on our site (where you found the picture). It looks like you really enjoyed their food and they would appreciate knowing that. I'll have to stop back to see your pictures and updates. Take care!
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