We planned for an early start. The alarm clock buzzed at 6:30am, but needless to say I didn’t get up until 7:00am. A quick coffee, slice of bread and jam and a splash in the kitchen sink (the RV’s bathroom tap has given up for good) and we were on the road for our 322 mile dash to Idaho.
I knew this holiday would be like one big field trip the moment it was dreamed up; what I didn’t know was quite how amazing this stuff would be in real life.
The first of our Looking For Yogi videos and one where we see the return, by poopular request, of the (in)famous poopy pipe.
Until Dad told me, I thought we were only going to six states too. So if our seventh state is a surprise to you, imagine what it must be like for me.
I like Boise. I always like the American countryside—I much prefer it to the cities—but there is something I really like about Idaho.
“We had a pretty good flight all things considered, although it was painfully uneventful. There were some good films on and I had music so it wasn’t too bad. Our hotel is quite nice and I can now get WiFi so I’ll be able to talk to you and other people.”
We’re packed and ready to go Looking For Yogi. One of the things I’m planning on doing while we’re away is to quit smoking, because for the last twenty-seven years I’ve not exactly been smarter than the average bear.