Oh man, I do love a good trek.  Like getting from Fez to Granada in a single day.  Or, in this case, 4am wake up in London (after 3 hours of sleep, natch), 9am presentation to 85 lawyers, 12pm dash to the airport for a 3pm flight to Seattle, ten hours later (but still only 5pm) switch planes, meet Justin, and board 8pm flight to Boise where, after picking up the rental car and checking into a hotel, I hit the sack like a ton of bricks somewhere between 10:30 and 11:00pm.  Whew.

Next morning I’m up bright and early (because jet lag!) and we go get breakfast at Moe Joe’s Cafe.

The hashes and French toast were delicious and served in American-sized quantities.  And in case there was any doubt that we were in Idaho, we had this parked next to our spot on the outdoor patio: