Running down the road today I see her sitting up on the steps of her small house, off the road at the top of a long yard. I stop to chat. Her name is Liz and she is in her late 70s. She had been calling her friend who was on the computer tracking me to see where I was on ID200. Her cat is adopted, a stray who wandered in and never left. Petite with white hair she tells me of her husband who served in the Navy. Life is simple here for her.
It is that way in Northern Idaho. They are hardy people up here. Strong in their convictions and beliefs and good to the core. They work hard to make a living in this wild northwest. Nothing comes easy to most folks I have met. I see it as I continue down the road. Needs are simple and wants are few. Just these lush forests and mountains and fresh lake air that fills you with life. Random trucks honk and some pull over and drivers give their thanks. In Clark Fork outside a bar I see people waiting and they shake my hand. The connections grow through each contact and I am thankful for that. Miles flow as sure as the river does but as it goes west I go east…..