I haven’t looked at a clock but I have the sense we’d better not dally much. Instead of another burger and beer at the Pine Café, as good as that sounds, we grab a few things to go while getting gas at the Nitz Pine Store.
The attitude of the place is funny. Other than credit card stickers, the only things on the door are negative. “We have the right to refuse service”; “No public restrooms”; “No smoking.”
“You guys can’t have a fire, you know,” adds the lady behind the counter.
“Oh, we know,” I answer. “We sat around a lantern last night.”
There are no seats or shade to eat our lunch near the store so we continue up the highway past Featherville and turn, as fate demands, into Abbot Campground (even if spelled slightly wrong) along the South Fork of the Boise River. I’m surprised to see it’s still closed from spring flood damage.