Day 2, trying to figure out which route to try, when MCRider007 says "hey, how'd you like to ride 100 miles to get a pie. They got breakfasts too."
He had me at "pie."
So down to Lewiston, and out to Kaima
A hundred miles later, we arrived at pie central in Kaima
So many pies, so little time.
Where I come from, there's no such thing as bad pie.
Just pie...and great pie.
This lemon meringue had a beehive larger than Marge Simpson's....
Niehart the pie whore had been whining Friday nite that there was no pie at the banquet. The Huckleberry one looked a little lonely, so I adopted it for the ride back home.
They make a damn fine cup of coffee too. We had a little breakfast with our coffee. I think I needed to win Warchild's ab buster DVD.
McRider is power geek, having worked for the DOE. We checked out this nifty dam on the way back.
It is the second tallest dam in the U.S. behind Hoover.
It was holding this gorgeous tributary back from flooding the canyon below, and doing a "damn" fine job.
Headed back to Moscow on P1, the smells and colors were intoxicating.
