A chance meeting in Bonners Ferry Idaho turned into a tour of hand made underground houses.
A tour turned into a dinner and dinner turned into a Birthday Party.
“It feels like I’m travelling again,” I said to Tom as we drove back from that first dinner. The spontaneity of the moment, the hospitality we received and the connection with other travelers made it seem like I was still on the road in Argentina.
But I’m in Idaho, circa Bonners Ferry in the very edge of the beautiful Kootenai Valley. There’s a lot going on here, and you wouldn’t think it at first glance.
New friends cooking plans for an all local and organic restaurant, ranchers raising natural Icelandic Sheep, Mike building his sustainable underground homes; these are all people I’ve meet here in this quiet town. The best thing in life is the good feeling that comes with developing good connections and good friends.
Now, I help out with the construction when I’m not guiding the Moyie.
Louis thinks we knew each other from a past life.
Mike, on the other hand thinks the “Great Potato in the Sky” facilitated it all.
Maybe those are both true or both untrue, but I do know that George Dickel brought the truth out at the Birthday Party.
Whatever it is, it is good to be in North Idaho, and I might just come back.