JE SUIS TRÈS GATÉ.

The hellish heat was awakening once again. It took some time to pack up and return the site to its natural form. A good primitive camper leaves no trace of their occupancy. My next mission was to lug my Masi back through the lava fields. It was not a simple task, but I was more adept to the terrain and its intricacies. Kaitlynn and I emptied her 2000 Honda CRV and repacked it. She may have overpacked her vehicle, but my bike fit, and that is all that matters. We drove back to Acro and returned to Pickle's Place for breakfast. This time around, I was feeling sweet. My morning meal was two large pancakes smothered in boysenberry sauce and butter, two over-easy eggs, some sausage, and coffee. It was another successful dining experience. 

We hit the road for another hour or so and arrived in Idaho Falls. Our first stop was a family-owned thrift store to obtain proper evening wear. All I was able to find was a pair of black dress shoes. They cost roughly fifteen cents, and I was more than satisfied with this deal. We did the rest of our shopping at Target, and I completed the remainder of my evening ensemble. Thanks to the clearance rack, I was able to get a suitable button-up, decent khaki pants, and a black belt. After our little shopping spree, it was time to check into the motel. The first order of business was to get some laundry done. Rather than using the bathtub, there was a laundry room as part of the amenities. While the clothes were cleaned, I worked on several personal assignments.

Feeling accomplished, I trekked through the town to a nearby Walmart to get some snacks, among other things. When I arrived back at the motel, a shave and a shower were a necessity. Once I put on my classy clothes, I was a savage man no more. This was undoubtedly the most purified my person has been since the commencement of the voyage. We walked along the fantastic falls for about five minutes to the dining establishment of Copper Rill. After much research, I deemed that this was the most acclaimed eatery in all of Idaho Falls. Shortly after being seated, our waitress arrived and recognized Kaitlynn. Shockingly, the two were classmates during high school in Goose Lake, Iowa. What are the fucking chances?

After successfully securing something to sip on, the table adjacent to us was filled. The man overheard some of our conversations and interjected that he, himself, was an Iowan. My brain is baffled by this frequency of Iowan encounters. After some chatting, our appetizers arrived, spinach artichoke dip, and edamame were presented before us. It was a light and yummy way to start the evening of eating. Next came our order of french onion soup. This is one of my personal favorite soups, and they did not disappoint. Finally, the main course, my request was to have the chef choose my evening meal. He decided on the steak with blue cheese, mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables. Every bit was beyond beautiful, and I cleaned my plate promptly. Since it was Kaitlynn's birthday yesterday, the chocolate lava cake with raspberry sauce was on the house. I thought that I had devoured my entree, but this dessert was decimated in seconds. The reviews were correct, and this dining experience was seriously satisfactory. 

After our meal, we walked around the park surrounding the falls. We came upon a longboard vendor, and Kaitlynn decided to splurge and purchased one. The remainder of the evening was spent playing with her new toy. This park was full of happy inhabitants, and the night was unforgettable. Who would have thought this tiny town in Idaho had so much to offer?