The 50 States: Idaho
So we continue our slow trundle across the plains, mountains, rivers, and streams of this great nation. We've put some controversy behind us (in my Hawaii post I mistakenly referred to a Dutch group as a German group, I don't really care but I made some people upset). We've gained some readers, and several other blogs have given us some great lovin' and fueled my fire for continuing this project. So without further ado: Idaho.
A girl I once knew was driving through the middle of nowhere Idaho with her parents during their spring break, family outing. A bullet came through the door and went into her leg and she almost died of blood loss. That's the only person I know that has ever been to Idaho.
Idaho, you were admitted as a state in 1890. It is still illegal to give someone from Idaho a box of candy weighing more than 50 lbs. Also, your contributions have been slight -- you have given us potatoes, Gutzon Borglum, Harmon Killebrew, Ezra Pound, and Picabo Street.
Never the less -- we love you, Idaho.