Idaho Falls to Great Falls.

We drove 360-odd miles to Great Falls, Montana on Friday night and were happy to see our friends Nathan and Alyssa. Oh, and to be out of Idaho Falls.

Idaho Falls, Idaho.

On Blood on the Tracks, Bob Dylan sang: "Ah, mama. Can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again?"

Well, from Wednesday to Friday we were stuck in Idaho Falls with the Great Falls blues. Or, to be honest, the "anywhere but here" blues. We made the best of it, spending two nights in hotels and eating pizza. Huzzah!

It wasn't all bad. We saw Where the Wild Things Are on Wednesday night, and we relaxed most of Thursday, reading books, taking naps, and watching the World Series and The Office.

However, we were disappointed when the part for Geronimo didn't show up like it was supposed to on Friday afternoon. So we talked the good people at Wackerli Volkswagen into letting us take the gold Audi A4 loaner we had all the way to Great Falls, Montana. Then we got out of town as quickly as possible.

Oh, and the falls are fake, having been converted into a hydroelectric project nearly thirty years ago.

Oh no, Geronimo! Redux.

So Geronimo wouldn't start again this morning. Needless to say, we're not too pleased with the Denver Volkswagen dealership. We rode in a tow truck all the way to Idaho Falls, Idaho, where we're currently sitting in the Volkswagen dealership. Argh.

The guy here is really nice. He's even loaning us a gold Audi A4 for the night.

Plan for tonight:

• Find out what's wrong with Geronimo.
• Get a hotel.
• Eat dinner.
• Go see Where the Wild Things Are.
• Sleep.
• Drive Geronimo out of Idaho tomorrow morning with no problems.