Day 24

Idaho's license plates say it all: "Famous Potatoes." The state also has a northern city set on the lake that's called Coeur d'Alene. Like nearly everywhere we've been so far, it sparkled and called to us to pull over and stay a while, so we drove up and down a steep, scary mountain road with no guardrails and pulled into a campsite for the night.

We ate a steak dinner cooked over hot coals, gulped down a PBR, soaked in the hot tub and crawled into our tiny tent to brave the stormy hours outside. I managed to stay dry, but Jun's longer than me and he was fairly soaked through. Poor guy.

We're definitely getting used to roughing it though. I don't blink twice when it comes to brushing my teeth outdoors, and I don't know the last time I washed my hair. On second though, give me a warm shower and a clean, dry bed tonight and I will be grateful forever.

So where are these famed spuds?