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Not just another road trip! August 4, 2015. Antiques, thrift and other great finds. Faith, hope, and thoughts. You can see the effects of the drought clearly here. A night in Boise, Idaho at an adorable guest house. A 2 night visit with family in Sand Point, Idaho. The cousins lovely home on 28 acres. We really appreciated their hospitality. Geysers and Paint Pots dot many parts of the park.
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