US 95

Amy does not endorse this post, as it simply highlights the glut of information and useless facts stuck inside the Old Man's noggin. 

US 95 is one of my favorite highways.  It's a ribbon of concrete that stretches from Canada to Mexico.  We've travelled nearly all of it's 1574 miles, from the edges of the Palouse, to the canyons of the Clearwater and Salmon Rivers, recreationals havens of Riggins and McCall, across the Snake River Plain to the lonliest corner in the lower 48, the Owyhee region . . . past the metropolis of Winnemucca, sliding east of Reno with Death Valley on your right and Area 51 on your left, 95 rolls southward towards the shimmering lights of Las Vegas, and just her style, the 95 bypasses the Strip to serve the diehards in Downtown.  While the 93 gets the glory of the incredible bridge over Hoover Dam, 95 heads south to the forgotten lands of California before entering Arizona for a 123 mile sprint to Mexico.

We never set out to conquer this venerable highway, it just sort of happned. The 114 miles from Coeur d' Alene to the Canadian border gives partial closure, leaving just the Arizona section to be explored.

While an official endoresemtn is unlikely to be forthcoming, Amy does admit that she really does enjoy the portions of US 95 in Idaho..