|Snow over the Sierras. There was much more on the return trip, but not on the road.|
The ward relief society provided ham and funeral potatoes for dinner, with brownies and whipped topping to go on them for lunch after the funeral.
Sheri and I also went out for one meal; to
the Boise Fry Company. I had read about this in a article about the best fries in each state, and wanted to try them. We attempted to go to the restaurant by the capitol building, but there was no parking that I could see. So we went to another store a few miles away in a shopping center. They have about eight varieties of fries. I tried the purple fries, and Sheri ate the golden fries. Of course I tried both. They were both great. They had many fry topping; my favorite was the fry sauce. Ketchup is OK. I also tried the sweet mustard, which was too hot. The fry sauce spicy was also too hot for my taste. The purple fries were great. The golden are unusual because they are a very light fry--they actually seem less dense than a regular fry. As for burgers, I had the bison burger, and Sheri a BLT. The sauce on the buffalo burger clashed in my mind. It wanted to dominate rather compliment so it was difficulty to taste the meat and cheese. Sheri and I also both had root beer floats. Sheri didn't care for the root beer. She thought it tasted more like Coke. It was distinctive. I enjoyed it however. The atmosphere was nice. The menu is a bit pricey. A football game was on. I saw the missed field goal as Minnesota's season ended.
Again the trip home was uneventful. You could tell it had snowed between our trips. We picked a good day for travel. As we arrived in Nevada the roads were a bit icy, but it didn't last long and there was always a path with the surface of the road exposed.