As far as I can remember, I have never spent a night in Idaho.
So, I picked Coeur d’Alene as my destination of choice.
I also, apparently, picked one of the most tiring crossing of the Rockies that I can remember. Spent most of the day winding through the mountain passes. The traffic has been relatively light, and there have been no construction stoppages. There have been several one-lane slowdowns, but no stops. For that I am eternally grateful to the macadam gods.
Coeur d’Alene is a lovely city on the banks of what appears to be a very cold lake. Put it on your western adventure sheet. I’m not pausing here, but going on to Vancouver tomorrow.