Orofino – no longer a distant memory

My first taste of Idaho was on a family vacation to Orofino in July, 1990.
My dad took us here in his blue two-ton van without AC to visit a church that had asked him to consider becoming the pastor.

I remember the town in warm dusty colors, with a rustic feel, kind people, gravel roads that teetered on the edge of ravines, deer, snakes and howling coyotes.

Soon we headed back to our lives on a different planet in Seattle and the trip became a hazy memory.

I decided to journey back to  to see if my memories were still accurate.
For the most part, they are.

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