Autumn in Idaho

This may not be the most generally pleasing landscape in the world, but to me, Idaho in the fall is inexplicably charming. I have so many memories of Thanksgiving at my Nanny's house in Lewisville (population 451) that being here this time of year swoops me back to childhood holiday highlights. The shorn fields remind me of 4-wheeler rides down the fields behind Nanny's house; the sparsely decked trees evoke games of hide and seek in the riverbottoms; gray skies and the omnipresent wind remind me of curling up in Nanny's uber-cosy house shielded from the storm outside by brick walls, homemade fudge, waldorf jello and carrot pudding. It may be blah to the unconnected viewer, but I love Idaho in October.