Drove up to Idaho with the intentions to enjoy the bit of the state we could see and visit with the locals. Hunted down some hot springs (Lava Hot Springs) that ended up being crowded and concreted, so we continued on our way. Stopped in Idaho Falls to meet unfriendly folk who recommended we continue passing through town because there is “nothing to see or do in Idaho”. Stopped in Dubois, Idaho (which everyone pronounces ‘do-boys’) a tiny town that has no bar and the only restaurant is a gas station that closes at mid-night. Asked a woman what brought her to this town and she said she was “running from trouble and the law couldn’t find her here…” Although a possible husband-killer, she was very nice. Spent some time playing cards at the gas station, resting from the drive when Uncle Chuck walked into our lives. He was a tall, older cowboy who had a hard time keeping the banana he was eating inside of his mouth. We took a liking to him immediately. Within ten minutes we were caravaning with this truckdriver to Dillon, Montana and ended up crashing in his spare room.