Seasons Exist!

Today I had my first reminder that not every place in America is 75 degrees and sunny. We landed in Boise, Idaho late last night. Unlike my previous overnight here back in March or so, we were put up in a hotel that is more centrally located by downtown. Just as before, I decided to go for a walk along the greenway multi-use trail down by the river. Most of the leaves had already changed color or died, but there were a few stragglers. Part of the path went by Boise State University, home of the fighting potatoes broncos. As a whole, the town seemed relatively quiet for a Saturday.

I continued along the trail until I reached my main destination -- a memorial dedicated to Anne Frank. Given the nature of the past week's events, it just seemed right.
I then zig-zagged through downtown Boise. There was a farmer's market, but it was all very niche. I couldn't think of any need for baking vanilla or candleholders made out of beer bottles. I was hoping for a t-shirt with a giant potato, but I ask for too much. I did walk past a place called Boise Fry Co. which prides itself on making dozens of variations of fries and dipping sauces, but I had a long walk ahead of me and didn't want to have a potty emergency.

I walked by the capital building and then back down to the greenway and the river to the hotel. I made a side trip through the breakfast room which was serving until noon and grabbed myself two more cinnamon rolls for lunch. mMMMmmmm. It is perhaps not the best lunch one could acquire, but it's better than bringing tuna salad into the cockpit. This is the second time in a month a captain has committed this unholiest of all crimes. Is nothing sacred anymore?