Not Fast But Local

As the sun reflected off the mountains around Lake Coeur d’Alene, we ascended down from the Continental Divide to find a small town bursting with summer visitors; campers full of kids, retirees reflecting on decades of vacations, revelers in search for some action. Hungry, and still a little ways until our destination in Spokane, we dipped into this resort town on a large and beautiful mountain lake for some quick eats.

We quickly found a suitor; a throwback to the bygone days of hand-cut chips (made from Idaho potatoes, I assume), burgers made to order, and a painted picnic table. What else could one want?

Rogers Burgers, since 1940

To learn more about our thirty day adventure across America, check out our other publications WHERE DO WE FIT IN? and 30 CUPS ACROSS.

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