Sometimes I forget I live in Northern Idaho

This afternoon:

Doorbell rings. I answer. There's a woman with a three-ring binder standing there.

Woman: I'm not selling anything -- I live in the neighborhood and I just wanted to encourage you to vote in the primary on May 22.

Me with a quizzical look: But...Idaho held a caucus in February.

Woman, with even more quizzical look for just a second: Oh yeah. But that was the Democrats.

Me, finally understanding: Yep. I'm a Democrat.

Woman, looking as if she's just discovered a new and interesting species of insect: Ohhhh, okay.

Me: Probably the only one in the neighborhood, eh?

Woman: No, there's one other guy. He lives over there. [Points behind her.]


Great.

What we did Sunday or, Why the long face?

How many times have I driven around the back corners of northwest Montana, keeping my eyes open for a moose? And then in the last month I've seen three, all in fairly well-traveled
areas of Idaho. The first was along the highway south of Bonners Ferry about three weeks ago. The other two we saw today, a cow and her yearling, pictured above. They were munching on some plants just off the side of the road, near the Spokane River in Post Falls. Next to a house.

(Out of about 150 shots, I got one worth keeping. The ones above aren't sharp enough, and the snow is overexposed.)