I knew that moving from Spokane to rural Oklahoma was going to be very different culturally and politically. I wasn't deluded into thinking that it would be even close to the same, because I know better.
Idaho in the ‘80s and ‘90s and into the early years of this century became an “end-of-the-road” destination, the northern, western state where all roads metaphorically end, collecting the wackaloons and nutcases — and worse — who were fleeing other parts of the country in search of religious fundamentalism and their version of racial purity.