Bonners Ferry calls itself "Idaho's Friendliest City," and after this morning's breakfast, in which I ate about 379 pancakes, I can now refer to myself as Idaho's Fullest Tourist. At the end the server asked if I wanted anything other than the check; I said, "Roll me to my car," and she wasn't sure if I was joking. Heck, I wasn't sure if I was joking.

Easy drive to Spokane, where I did not eat lunch or dinner due to the "Don't eat too much rule." One of my friends in high school had a parrot, and the parents had taught the bird to say "Don't eat too much!" so he and his sister wouldn't over-snack. This became such a running gag at school that we got thrown out of the lunchroom for a month for saying it all the time. I'm heading back to my hometown in California for the 4th of July, and there's a chance I'll see my friend and his parrot - here's hoping the parrot doesn't also read blogs.

Now listening to: "Montana" by John Linnell

Photo by NDomer73 via Flickr/Creative Commons