Ann and I drove to Spokane last Thursday for a doc appointment, then returned via the Idaho panhandle. We made it as far east as Fernwood, Idaho, a small town in the mountains to visit Ann’s relatives, before heading south to Moscow and back. While in Fernwood, we ran across a couple jeeps. So, we took photographs.
Here’s a photograph of us at the barn built by my great grandfather at Fighting Creek. This will mean something to those that have read my book. The barn is 100 years old, but still looks good (from this angle anyway).
Here’s an old plow jeep we spotted. We also spotted a jeep across the street, but it was too far back to photograph.
This was located in the town of Santa, Idaho, at the bridge.
