By mid-August the smoke in western Montana had gotten bad enough we stopped hiking, which always means it’s time to go someplace else. Though it wasn’t much better to the West, we had reservations in Joseph, Oregon, so we steered in that direction and hoped for the best.
Wild turkeys and deer dodged the RV as we drove the backroads, but there was no dodging the road work delays or the tricky detour in Clarkston-Lewiston (with signs that confused the easily-befuddled navigator, Ellen). But as we traveled from hilly country across the rolling grasslands, we relished the open space:
We stopped for lunch In the tiny Idaho town of Potlatch — a place called Dad’s Diner has to be good, right?
And it was! From their homemade soup…
…to Bob’s salisbury steak…
…to my bacon cheeseburger on their homemade bread:
Our bellies full, it was back to the RV for more thrills and chills along this winding, hilly, stunning road:
We were thrilled to see blue skies over Wallowa Lake!
We’d swapped the smokey hills of Montana for the blue-sky hills of Oregon. Ah!