Greetings from Coeur D’Alene (and Cocolalla), where Idaho and Washington go to sunburn.

I’m in an especially good mood because tonight I had Bacon!, which is bacon with a huckleberry, chipotle, and imperial stout glaze. Finally a food that I wouldn’t take away or add to.

The Resort at Coeur D’Alene and the marina. We only took a couple of wrong turns trying to cut through the place. And no, this isn’t where we are staying.
Cruisin’ on a Labor Day afternoon
For all our peeps on Sandpointe Ct, here is the welcome sign to Sandpoint ID.  

Sorry the D is a little hard to see, but somebody bent it and the S.
Not to scale, or perhaps Toto, we’re not in New York any more, or maybe Give me your purple mountain majesties, or nobody expects the unexpected. I mean really, how does one caption a miniature Statue of Liberty jutting out into the largest lake in Idaho?
The Tubbs hill loop in CDA. Apparently people in Coeur D’Alene think CDA is a universally understood and accepted way to say Coeur D’Alene. All I know it’s amazingly beautiful although CDA sounds better than Heart of Awl which is the English translation of CDA. That and we couldn’t afford to live where we could actually see the lake from our very own window, so you’re welcome.
Lake Panda-ray, spelled oddly enough Lake Pend Oreille, which loosely translated from the French, and I mean loosely, means Lake Earring or per google Lake Hanging Ear. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet, only swap sound for smell and you get the idea.