Finally, I had a chance to sleep in this morning. After checking on the Tour de France using the web browser on my cell phone, Mikey and I bugged out of Ashton. Last night we were escorted to a secret fishing spot in the mountains of eastern Idaho. We got within a half mile of the Idaho/Wyoming border and didn't get back to the hotel until well past dark.

This has been a pretty relaxed day. We got to Pacatello about noon and had a late breakfast at Elmer's. Great OJ. We left my truck at Mikey's brother-in-law's place, so it took a few minutes to transfer all of my gear. We made plans for August and then headed for home.

Mikey is thinking about moving to eastern or northern Idaho. I voted for eastern. Much closer and probably better fishing. The rolling hills around Rexburg, St. Anthony and Ashton reminded me of a Norman Rockwell painting. Beautiful, green, stretching for as far as you can see. Great rivers running through the countryside and pretty little farm houses and barns dotting the landscape. I could live in a place like this if I could only figure out how to make a living. Keeping busy wouldn't be a problem.

By the time I got home it was late in the afternoon. My head was pounding and I was totally, how do the biker's say, knackered...........
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