Bad Timing
Crab Cakes or Clam Chowder? Idaho or Wyoming? Ghost town or hiking trail? Odd Todd or Oliver Moxley?
Random useless pole. Happy Monday.
Crab Cakes or Clam Chowder? Idaho or Wyoming? Ghost town or hiking trail? Odd Todd or Oliver Moxley?
Random useless pole. Happy Monday.
neither
idaho mountains for sure. apparently squish and ryan missed the good part.
hiking trail
odd todd by a landslide. oliver moxley raises my hackles
As I suspected…
LOL that’s pretty much what I was thinking last Friday. “Moving TO Idaho? I’ve never met anyone who’s moved TO Idaho. People mostly move either within or away from.”
And yeah, Odd Todd. There’s something about Moxley I don’t like.
Crab, Wyoming (because there’s this awesome gaming convention near Jackson Hole I want to go to), Hiking Trail and Don’t Know Yet.
1) Neither; 2) Idaho (it’s gorgeous!); Done both, love both!; Odd Todd fer sure, chah!
Just don’t order the Rocky Mountain oysters, thinking it’s seafood…
anatman… don’t like seafood much? And Mr. Moxley doesn’t do much for Squiddies, apparently.
Rich… mmmmhhhmmm.
Chug… I used to read the Obits when I got my local paper, It was amazing how many people came from places like Idaho, Oklahoma, and East Coast places to settle in Monterey and surrounding areas here. It’s pretty interesting.
W. McDuff… jury is out on both the fellas, eh? Understandable.
McDuff/Pete… seafood or beef kabobs? And you dig OT… Chah!
Patjade… um… you must enlighten us!
Poor Randie. Poor Todd. Poor…Gram?
Rocky mountain oysters= calf testicles…… Yeah, eeewwwww!
Heh, heh – I know about rocky mountain oysters…
Dada… Yah… being older than dirt might not be fun.
Judy… eeeewwwwwww!
Rich… I hope not by accident.
What would a dazzling urbanite like Randie do in a rustic setting like Idaho?
Aw, c’mon. Idaho is great, especially if you love outdoor activities!
Ask and ye shall receive
https://www.google.com/maps/@44.456651,-113.241339,3a,88.2y,81.75h,101.83t/data=!3m4!1e1!3m2!1ss7YQ-_XdYc28BRqUNTiXOQ!2e0
The ghost town of Gilmore, ID.
Meadow Lake – Where you go when you drive into the mountains above Gilmore
https://www.google.com/maps/@44.433669,-113.316331,3a,75y,90t/data=!3m5!1e2!3m3!1s4039929!2e1!3e10
Way Out in Idaho
Come all you jolly railroad men, and I’ll sing you if I can
Of the trials and tribulations of a godless railroad man
Who started out from Denver his fortune to make grow,
And struck the Oregon Short Line way out in Idaho.
Chorus:
Way out in Idaho, way out in Idaho,
A-workin’on the narrow-gauge, way out in Idaho.
I was roaming around in Denver one luckless rainy day
When Kilpatrick’s man, Catcher, stepped up to me and did say,
“I’ll lay you down five dollars as quickly as I can
And you’ll hurry up and catch the train, she’s starting for Cheyenne.”
He laid me down five dollars, like many another man,
And I started for the depot as happy as a clam;
When I got to Pocatello, my troubles began to grow,
A-wading through the sagebrush in frost and rain and snow.
When I got to American Falls, it was there I met Fat Jack,
He said he kept a hotel in a dirty canvas shack.
“We hear you are a stranger and perhaps your funds are low
Well, yonder stands my hotel tent, the best in Idaho.”
I followed my conductor into his hotel tent,
And for one square and hearty meal I paid him my last cent
But Jack’s a jolly fellow, and you’ll always find him so,
A-workin’on the narrow-gauge way out in Idaho.
They put me to work next morning with a cranky cuss called Bill
And they gave me a ten-pound hammer to strike upon a drill
They said if I didn’t like it I could take my shirt and go,
And they’d keep my blanket for my board way out in Idaho.
It filled my heart with pity as I walked along the track
To see so many old bummers with their turkeys on their backs
They said the work was heavy and the grub they couldn’t go
Around Kilpatrick’s tables way out in Idaho.
But now I’m well and happy, down in the harvest camps,
And there I will continue till I make a few more stamps;
I’ll go down to New Mexico and I’ll marry the girl I know
And I’ll buy me a horse and buggy and go back to Idaho.
There used to be a recording on YouTube by Rosalie Sorrels, but it seems to have vanished away.
The Auld Grump
Robert… Randie would probably do a few watercolors… and then…. um… then she’d… hmm. No coffee shops nearby.
DC… out of doors folk like them pretty places…
Dave has proven to us not-in-Idaho peoples, that it is, indeed, pretty. But with no Coffee shops.
Grump… you are a man of many songs! Who knew you’d have one for IDaho!… that sounds like a song in itself… “A Song for Idaho”… maybe Randie can write it with Odd Todd’s help. Maybe Kai could put it to a beat. It could happen… “way out in Idaho…. in a hotel tent. (or Nanna’s dwelling.)”
Rocky Mountain Oysters come actually come from cattle. Male cattle. Two per, and significant life changes as a result.
And no, they don’t grow back.
You guys crack me up with the mountain oysters. Being from the east coast I love sea food. It be cool to visit a ghost town.
Pete… ewwwwwww.
Ep… do you like oysters? The real ones? I LOVE seafood. I am uber fond of salmon and seaweed (salad)… and sardines (especially those caught in Euro areas)… and … oh, well… I’ll stop. I bet you love crab.
When I lived in Bar(f)stow, theres was a REAL ghost town up in Calico. It was a silver mine and Walter Knott actually worked in the mines there. Later, he bought the ghost town and turned it into a super small scale Knott’s Berry Farm (without the berries)… No kid. Look it up. Calico Ghost town.