On Our Way to Oregon

This morning as we were getting ready to leave the Mountain Home, Idaho KOA, this critter showed up to bid us "Good "Morning!" We've been debating whether it was a Hairy Woodpecker or a Downy Woodpecker...

We've pretty much settled on it being a Hairy based on the straight line of its eye line black and the lack of bars on the outer tail feathers...

We drove a bit longer then we generally like to today in order to get as far as Pendleton, Oregon. We are at the Wild Horse Casino RV Park for the next two nights. We're planning to leave Auntie Violet here and take Toad II over the hill and the Washington border and pay a quick visit to Sister Sherry (we'd hoped to see Sister Dena as well, but sounds like she's not feeling well ;-( ) and the puppies at the Touchet farm.

We had been thinking we were going to go over to the Buffet at Wild Horse Casino for an anniversary dinner, but after the long drive today, we just decided to stay home and watch the baseball game. It is hard to believe that it's been 54 years together!

From Snowville to Mountain Home

It was already hot this morning when we got ourselves hooked up and ready to go. Once again, to our great relief, the living room slides behaved and came in properly.

We continued north on Interstate 84, crossing the road into Idaho. The freeway eventually merges with I-86 and then continues west along the Snake River.

There was lots of farming activity along the way. We saw this farmer cutting down the year's first cutting of alfalfa hay --

There's a reason it's called the "snake." We followed many of its winding bends --

As the road turned northwest towards Jerome and Glenns Ferry, we began to see more and more of these large potato storage sheds. It's a bit too early to plant potatoes, but we saw lots of fields tilled up and ready to go.

It was extremely hot when we arrived at the KOA in Mountain Home. I was so warm after hooking up the electricity and water that we decided it was definitely time to turn on the air conditioning. The wind was blowing as we walked over to to the office. It felt like a draft directly out of the oven. It is still 83 degrees outside at 9 PM.