Driving in Idaho’s panhandle, we actually felt like we were driving North into a pan’s handle. It’s ridiculous, I know, but Niece and I agreed wholeheartedly on this. It felt distinctly north and distinctly narrow. Out of nowhere we crossed the most beautiful Lake Pend Oreille into a charming town called Sandpoint. When we noticed at least two Starbucks in the middle of nowhere, we knew something was up. Turns out it’s a resort town loaded with rednecks in flip-flops. From what I could tell they don’t get pedicures in Idaho, but the people are nice and they love the outdoors. We saw signs for a “bridge swim” and apparently they do other sports like “bridge jumping”. I’m not quite sure what that entails, but they do normal stuff like ski, too.
About 5 minutes later we passed a sign for Ponderay, population 650. I guess in Idaho, they spell French their own way.
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