13 October ‘06
Damn, Damn, Damn….Look at me… The damn Mustard bottle just broke all over me…. We had just stopped for lunch at a small roadside diner in Riggins Idaho when I no sooner had picked up the plastic mustard bottle and the damn thing just exploded. Mustard all over me, not on the table, not on the floor, just on my lap, chest, and arms…all bright yellow and smelling like strong mustard. I showed the young lady behind the bar what had just happened and all she could say was “GEEZZZ”… What did she mean Geezzz???? My new sweatshirt was just ruined, not to mention my jeans. Then let’s talk about the “Elk Hamburger”. It was totally over cooked and tasted like something I don’t want to put into my mouth again, especially after having to scrape off the excess mustard from the exploding mustard bottle. I couldn’t get back into the coach fast enough to get some mint mouth fresheners to get rid of the taste that was left from that “hamburger”. Oh yes, I forgot to mention it…today is Friday the 13th after all. After getting further down the road towards our next campground, I found myself raiding the refrigerator trying to fill the void left from lunch…not a good idea for someone who is trying to lose weight. Our destination today was supposed to be McCall Idaho and the drive down from Lewiston was through some wonderful territory. We followed our boat ride from yesterday for quite awhile although the Snake River was on the other side of the mountains to our right. We had the Salmon River at our side most of the time and the mountain was separating the Snake from the Salmon for over a hundred miles. Finally about 3 we wound our way up the side of a mountain to make our first visit to McCall. The town its self didn’t impress either one of us much but it could have been that it just didn’t have anything happening. It was just off the seasons of Summer and Winter which it is known to excel in. Payette Lake was very pretty, sitting here at the doorstep of McCall, and at the top of a mountain. We thought we were going to camp in McCall but after walking the town and seeing just about everything possible in 20 minutes we decided to move on…we moved on down the mountain for the night.
Damn, Damn, Damn….Look at me… The damn Mustard bottle just broke all over me…. We had just stopped for lunch at a small roadside diner in Riggins Idaho when I no sooner had picked up the plastic mustard bottle and the damn thing just exploded. Mustard all over me, not on the table, not on the floor, just on my lap, chest, and arms…all bright yellow and smelling like strong mustard. I showed the young lady behind the bar what had just happened and all she could say was “GEEZZZ”… What did she mean Geezzz???? My new sweatshirt was just ruined, not to mention my jeans. Then let’s talk about the “Elk Hamburger”. It was totally over cooked and tasted like something I don’t want to put into my mouth again, especially after having to scrape off the excess mustard from the exploding mustard bottle. I couldn’t get back into the coach fast enough to get some mint mouth fresheners to get rid of the taste that was left from that “hamburger”. Oh yes, I forgot to mention it…today is Friday the 13th after all. After getting further down the road towards our next campground, I found myself raiding the refrigerator trying to fill the void left from lunch…not a good idea for someone who is trying to lose weight. Our destination today was supposed to be McCall Idaho and the drive down from Lewiston was through some wonderful territory. We followed our boat ride from yesterday for quite awhile although the Snake River was on the other side of the mountains to our right. We had the Salmon River at our side most of the time and the mountain was separating the Snake from the Salmon for over a hundred miles. Finally about 3 we wound our way up the side of a mountain to make our first visit to McCall. The town its self didn’t impress either one of us much but it could have been that it just didn’t have anything happening. It was just off the seasons of Summer and Winter which it is known to excel in. Payette Lake was very pretty, sitting here at the doorstep of McCall, and at the top of a mountain. We thought we were going to camp in McCall but after walking the town and seeing just about everything possible in 20 minutes we decided to move on…we moved on down the mountain for the night.