Have I already said that I love Idaho? I am in Idaho Falls, and it is the cutest big city that I have ever seen. I am sure if I really looked I could find the nasty sides to it, but so far I have only seen charming. Cute farmhouses, beautiful rivers, lots and lots and lots of alfalfa fields, butterflies galore...
Actually, in one spot there were a few too many butterflies. I was headed out to a Nature Reserve on a dead end street (didn't realize that at the time), and driving in between green fields the whole way. There was simply no way to avoid them. It was like one big butterfly slaughter. I would slow down, and veer a little bit to avoid one, only to have two more wander into my grill. I had to just grit my teeth and bear it. Which I did, blithely ignoring the thousands of little deaths. Then I got to the end and realized I had to go right back through it. Waah!
I spent last night in my first Wal-Mart parking lot. Not too bad. Safe, at least. Loud and bright, as it was right by the interstate, but I slept okay. Before that I had gone out to my first bar for my first real human interaction. All day yesterday I had been feeling a little funky and lonely, and decided I needed a little wild time. Don't worry, it didn't turn out to be real wild at all.
The bar was called the Hitching Post, and it was fairly full at the early hour that I hit it. The band was just setting up and doing their sound checks. At one point, the bassist was wandering with his cordless
instrument, and came up to me to mouth the words to the song. I believe it was "I just want to see your bush". I did leave shortly after that, flattering though it was. One regular named Gary kept telling me that he had just come out to do some grocery shopping. Instead, he ended up tying one on with a carny from the state fair that was in town. His name was Enrique Iglesias. At regular intervals throughout the night, Enrique would wrap his arms around Gary, proclaiming him "My daddy!"
So I had a good time. Not too wild, and I left after only a couple beers, but fun. And I don't feel quite so lonely anymore. If Enrique can find a daddy after only a couple hours in small town bar, I think I can find a friend or two.