Traveling I often meet people who confuse Idaho for one of those midwestern "I" states. And even many of my clients and friends are baffled as to why I would want to live in "the middle of nowhere."
I wake up Saturday and hear Barack address a full house. By 11AM I am on the slopes of Bogus. By dinner I'm enjoying outstanding pizza, beer and conversation at Crusty's Pizza in McCall, followed by a stroll around the snow and ice sculptures as the band closes out the Winter Carnival at 10PM. By midnight I'm bundled up in the back of my truck with three of my favorite girls (one of which doesn't have floppy ears and a tail). We're parked in a side lot at Tamarack. By morning nine inches of powder lie on the hood.
Not everyone would consider this perfect, but I would have to say it's pretty darn close.