Elk River, Idaho

After recovering from the key disaster, we hit the road to the little town of Elk River (population 320). An old logging community, Elk River is now home to lots of big trucks and four wheelers, with the odd dirt bike thrown in. These people throw down their 4th of July celebration the Saturday before the big day, and we were there to see it all.



The bar was classic -- walls made of logs and adorned with animal pelts and shotguns, with a view of evening mist rising through pristine wilderness. An electrified country band hammers out the classics like "Small Town" and "Brown Eyed Girl", and the local girls go nuts for "Red Neck Woman." (Yeah, they were definitely all red neck women!) A small town fireworks display goes off as soon as dark hits -- right in front of the bar's front porch. Most efficient.

Best quote of the day: "Honey, you're hotter than a black vinyl seat."
Most eventful moment: Getting pulled over by a local cop -- again -- for a broken headlight, while driving a drunk red neck girl back to her campsite, 3 people piled into my front seat, no seat belts. He let us go. God bless America.



I've decided Elk River won't make the book, but if you're ever there you should check out the Elk River Cafe -- voted best burgers in the region/world/Idaho/whatever!