A sunny day dawned over the PNW and our merry band got to work breaking camp again. From Gifford we took the Addy-Gifford road, followed by the excellently named Flowery Trail Road. Both paved but excellent little routes off the beaten path. Bruce seemed blasé about the whole thing, however …
Welcome to Idaho, Brucey.
We headed north into the woods around Priest Lake, and ended up at the crowded campground at the North end of the Lake. The sign said Full, but Bruce batted his eyelids and we were allowed to use the ‘emergency campground’.
Another dry and dusty day on the road, we were happy to find some ice, buy some extortionately expensive firewood and relax for the evening.
Day four, and we had promised ourselves a night in a Motel to shower up and relax at the end of the day. Once more into the woods we headed.
We looped North towards the Canadian border, before wending our way West through beautiful alpine meadows and hills.
Bruce took every opportunity to romp, sniff and do some more grazing.
He also took to playing dead dog in the middle of the road, but as we hardly saw another vehicle all day, it wasn’t much of an issue.
The road was excellent, as we climbed steeply up the backsides of ridges and then descended down to the meadows again and again.
Sunny’s DRZ was, as usual, proving to be a faultless performer.
Passing by Sullivan Lake, we ended up in Ione. By now Bruce was flagging, but maintaining his cute at all times.
We found a Motel that would take two dusty riders and their dog and settled in for the day.
Laundry, a much needed shower, food and a stroll around the deserted streets of Ione, and our day was done.