On Why I Love (And Will Subsequently Miss) North Idaho

If there’s anything I’ve been trying to preach on here recently, it’s having the ability to roll with the punches. You have to do what you have to do. The good thing, at least, is that Raquel and I both have a ton of friends in the Phoenix area, so it will allow us to have a broader support system than we had when we moved to Liberty Lake three years ago. If we can make it through that, we can make it through anything.

What puts me in a melancholy mood, however, is how attached I’ve become to the Idaho panhandle. Idaho is one of those irrelevant states (i.e. those of you who read this and say “Idaho panhandle? What the hell?” You know who you are.) One of my favorite ways to pass time is to watch Planet Earth on the Discovery Channel because of all the serene, peaceful, and down right amazing things that exist in the world. I think that the point of our lives here on this planet is to get out and see as many of God’s creations as possible. This weekend – I was able to do so.

A couple weeks ago, II spent the weekend at a friend’s house up in Sandpoint, ID on Lake Pend Oreille and, frankly, it was hard to come back to Coeur d’Alene. Actually, it was hard to come back to the real world. Not necessarily Coeur d’Alene. I love this little town. But everything on that lake is just brilliant. When we woke up, we drank a cup of coffee in a sun room that looked out over the northern arm of the lake and the surrounding mountains.

That picture was taken with a cell phone, but you get the point. How great of a life would it be if you woke up every morning, sauntered sleepily out onto the deck, and, once you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, you were greeted with this scene?