Idaho is state number 46 on my quest for all 50, which means it’s time to update my map. My wife and I passed through the narrow panhandle part of Idaho on I-90. Because it points up, I think the panhandle should be renamed “stovepipe.” To see some scenery, we exited the freeway at Coeur d’Alene, which means “heart of an awl.”
The closer we drove to Lake Coeur d’Alene, the fancier the retail store and hotels became. I told my wife that if we are ever fortunate enough to return to the area, I wanted to stay in the Bates Motel instead of the expensive lakeside resorts.
After a quick lunch at The Pita Pit, my wife and I spotted a candy store where we could buy some gifts for family members. Bruttles specializes in a soft peanut brittle without the whole nuts, half-dipped in chocolate. I spied some More Than a S’mores that looked good. My wife bought me a Caramallow that I’m saving for a time when I can spare the calories. Bruttles also offered a tiny ice cream cone that seemed just the right size for me.
I wished I had put some frame of reference in my photo of Texas-sized jellybeans two days earlier. This time, I remembered that I had a business card from Dr. Bill Bass in my wallet. The back of his card has a ruler that showed the cone to be about 5 centimeters tall.