McCall, Idaho

We were heading down I-84, making time, due to hit Utah in a couple hours. Yet here we are in McCall two days later, 100 miles north of I-84. Why? Well, we refuse to stay in freeway-close RV parks, so we left the Interstate to find a place to camp. I'm usually pretty good at navigating, but this time I did not account for the fact that since Idaho is twice as tall as WA and OR, yet is allotted the same one page in our Gazeteer, the scale is quite different. That inch was 30 miles instead of 15. We headed up Highway 55 because the map showed a lot of little teepees on it. Turns out, though that not only were they quite a ways up the road, they were all closed for the season. We were getting a little tired and cranky, having hit our 300-mile maximum. Ruby staged a sit-out, refusing to get back in the van after a potty break, so we stopped for the night.

The next day, we decided to continue north to McCall to find a laundromat and do some housecleaning. Charmed by Payette Lake, the state park with showers, nesting osprey, the FoggLifter Cafe and a local brew pub, we decided to spend two nights here. Tomorrow, we will get back on I-84.