In the daytime, it's boring as hell, inbetween smelling like horse and cow shit for miles at a time. Idaho's tourist attractions? Fucking rocks. Jesus Christ, really?
However, in the night time, Idaho becomes a land of terror. Without the stars in the sky, you cannot distinguish sky from horizon as you are comsumed in an abyss of darkness, with only malicious glowing lights from broadcast towers and eerie blue lights to keep you company.
Idaho is truly a place you do not want to be out at night. When you look across the Idahoan landscape, you get the feeling that this is the true face of the world, an terrifying, indifferent, and lonely place. To look upon the Idaho Night is to look upon fear itself. God help us all.
You gave me terrifying memories of my time in the northeastern plains of Colorado, just now. Flat, endless, smelly, Deliverance-ish, and excruciatingly almost Nebraska or Kansas. I was stuck in those shit hole towns for 7 long years, and driving in the country at night definitely had that eerie, elk-with-red-eyes-watching-from-your-periphery feeling all around. The town of Eckley is still one of the creepiest places I've ever driven through. I've only had the nerve to do so twice, and I never stopped the car. I kept expecting children with white hair and giant pupils would leap onto my car at any moment, screaming for candy while suspiciously eyeing my spleen.
Quote from: "Bastard Poetry"You gave me terrifying memories of my time in the northeastern plains of Colorado, just now. Flat, endless, smelly, Deliverance-ish, and excruciatingly almost Nebraska or Kansas. I was stuck in those shit hole towns for 7 long years, and driving in the country at night definitely had that eerie, elk-with-red-eyes-watching-from-your-periphery feeling all around. The town of Eckley is still one of the creepiest places I've ever driven through. I've only had the nerve to do so twice, and I never stopped the car. I kept expecting children with white hair and giant pupils would leap onto my car at any moment, screaming for candy while suspiciously eyeing my spleen.
Exactly, I have a friend who has family in Southeast Colorado, same story two hundred miles away