Picture Page 70

A lovely trip to Lewiston, Idaho was taken by Dan and Angie June 8-12, but June 8th doesn't count because we flew in at 10:30 pm. We took a lot of pictures because we usually don't, and the results were exquisite. What is shown is a chronological journey of scattered experiences.
	Saturday started slow, Andy and I unsure what the day will hold.
	We get excited just thinking about it.
	Andy needed to go to camp and we had to pick up some stuff from a lady that was 30 minutes late. Andy is nervous.
	I am sullen at the extended wait that is costing me precious minutes. I just want to get out and experience the 'Ho.
	Angie and her mother begin to become fretful.
	I decide to pass the time by kicking Angie's fretful ass in the alley.
	We're tan.
	Angie is showing pipes, I am covering my muffler.
	We finally get to Andy's camp and I get to try out the bridge!
	My arms look long.
	I think Amish people raise barns here.
	I think campers camp here. See the UFO?
	I think Indians totem pole here. I think 'totem pole ' is a verb. I could be wrong.
	ROWR!
	ROWR!
	The next day Angie and I venture down to the Snake and Clearwater rivers to check out the scene and feed some fowl.
	Here's some little gooselings or whatever. I feel good because I feed them, I feel bad because they may rely on humans for food instead of surviving on their own.
	I left a trail of bread crumbs for them to follow me, but Angie is the only one who did.
	They love me!
	Here is the Snake river and a blue bridge. I am standing in Idaho but the other side of the bridge is Washington.
	Hello Washingtonians! The town on the other side of the river is Clarkston, Washington. Angie told me it had the highest rate of STD's per capita in the U.S. Somehow Lewiston did not. Phew!
	The towns are named after Lewis & Clark. Meriwether Lewis is Angie's GGGGGGG...Uncle. I found this out when I did her genealogy on her mother's side. She told her grandpa and he said he already knew. But still, I proved it. Here she is with her relative.
	Here I am with another pic of her relative. If Angie produces my spawn they will indeed be American royalty, being related to Lewis on her side, and a signer of the Declaration of Indepence and a Mayflower passenger on my side. We should get royalties or something.
	Here is a canoe a school chum of hers made in the style of the Lewis & Clarksians.
	Me and some commemorative rock with some important info.
	I took this myself. Not too shabby.
	Sacagawea helped Lewis & Clark or something.
	I help myself to Sacagawea.
	This is the confluence of the Snake and Clearwater rivers, or where they come together to create a super river. Lewiston is the furthest inland port in the U.S.
	This is the pea plant where Angie used to work. She packaged them or something, and did a quality test to see how many peas floated. That told her something about the peas. Yeah, I dunno either.
	After the rivers we went to Taco Time, one of Angie's favorites. I first showed all 5 readers Taco Time in this 2004 Picture Page. They have lots of sauces for me.
	Angie just got a taco salad. There is actually a Taco Time in Colorado but it is in a far away mountain town somewhere.
	I vanquished my sauces and made them pay for their deliciousness!
	These are called Mexi-fries. They aren't tater tots. They are Mexi-fries.
	This is Charlie Donger, or The Donger. He is a small dog with a ginormous weener. It's huge, it drags on the ground. I have spared you from it's hugeness.
	The next day it was Guitar Hero time, and I rocked. The game told me so. It said, "You Rock!". And so I do.
	Angie's sister Tammy didn't rock, though she tried.
	But she did rock in a time when things were a little groovier and more feathery, as this picture of a picture will attest.
	Mitch and I have huge blue balls. What?
	I play an original Nintendo while Bell-bee lays on my lap. Angie and her mother call this cat Bella and Baby, so I call her Bell-bee.
	We hit Sharp's Burger Ranch, first seen in this 2004 Picture Page (about half way down). Fry sauce is grody and Angie loves it.
	My hat has a propeller. My burger lays tastily awaiting my mouth.
	Notice the fry sauce on her burger. That isn't the bun, it's lying dormant by her fries. She just pours that shit on, man.
	Angie's burger put up a fight and she couldn't finish it.
	Andy got a new car. It's an Impala, though it ain't rollin' on dubs. Yet.
	We are ready to go to the airport and Angie hugs her little bro Andy is a strange and confusing way.
	At the airport I pop some Xanax for the flight and am lost in an illusory haze of green men and bunny rabbits. Is 'illusory' a word? I dunno.
	This is the look I get 9 times out of 10 from Angie. I am loved. And then we got on the plane and flew home. And then I woke up and it was all a dream. The end.