Journey’s End

Arrived in Orofino ID last night, checked into hotel.  Went out to dinner, was reminded that “Orofino” and “fine dining” are antithetical concepts and should never be used in the same paragraph let alone sentence.

Tomorrow’s  weather forecast is British, i.e. miserable, cold, rainy and muddy, but I’ll survive, by huddling in Reader&Friend Mark’s yooge Texas truck sucking down  — fuck me, I forgot to pack both the gin and the Southern Comfort.

I’m getting too old for this foolishness, but maybe a boomer or two will cheer me up.  That’s always worked in the past…


  1. Hah! If you were in Orofino the next places with decent sit down would be Moscow and Couer d’alene! Other than burgers and fries! Too bad about the booze,the drive from Lolo to Lewiston is damnably tedious.

  2. sorry to hear about the liquor tragedy. Safe travels. They’ve got to have a liquor store out there.

    I’d think you would be able to get a good steak in Idaho. Looking at Tripadvisor it looks like the dining choices are rather slim


  3. I thought you were a prior soldier? If it ain’t raining, we ain’t training, says my Marine Corps…

    Go blow something up on behalf of us stuck at work.

  4. Herself and I had breakfast at a cafe in Orafino last summer. It wasn’t fine dining, but it was good small town cafe food and ambience.

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