It’s the perfect connection really for the fact that I’ve long claimed that my religion is the outdoors. Sure wish I could go to that altar more. If you haven’t been to Priest Lake in Northern ID, put on the list… NOW.
Magical, mystical, beautiful, delicious in huckleberry season and hec
k this place still had a decent amount of snow from this crazy winter, spring (please let it stop there) cold weather we’ve had, and it didn’t even phase me. That’s saying something, since I risk becoming a little miss grouchy pants about the lack of warmth, and am pretty sure that global warming has skipped over the Inland NW for the 2007/08 season.
The boys (Clark & Lewis) adore going there, with a special place in their canine hearts for Elkins Resort and their dog-friendly ways. If you go this time of year, a lot of good things happen. The restaurant is opening for the season, it’s not busy, the food is darn good, and after just 2 years, they remember you. The gorgeous beach and grounds are pretty desolate, so the boys can tear up and down the sands without scaring the daylights out of people that perhaps some large form of wildlife has wandered down out of the woods to eat them. It’s still toasty fireplace weather at night. And, it just oozes RELAX, take naps, don’t have an agenda, sip drinks and play cribbage in the bar all afternoon… good stuff.
Both mornings, Clark decided when it was time to snuggle, and Lewis followed suit. Eric is a saint and an early-bird, so decided it was a good time to get rolling for the day when the boys set up indoor camp with us. They sure do know all the best snuggling techniques.
The minute we booked a place for next year, I said “Hey, only 364 days til we enjoy this bliss again!”
