Friday, September 7, 2012

Pie To Die (For)

This is the sixth year that my friend Roy and I have taken a bike-packing trip somewhere in the wilds of North America and every trip has included chowing down on pie.  After a long day in the saddle, nothing can beat a delicious slice of fruit pie.  I favour cherry pie to be exact while Roy is more adventuresome and will try a variety of fruit filled pies.
Glow in the dark pie in Rock Creek

We cycled three different trails this year in Idaho which included the paved 72 mile Trail of the Couer D'Alenes, the Route of the Hiawatha and the Centennial Trail.  And not once on all those trails did we come upon baked pies - not in Plummer, Harrison, Kellogg, Wallace, Avery, Calder, St. Maries or Couer D'Alene.

It has never mattered which place we've been in - Grand Forks, Christina Lake, Princeton, Oliver, Beaverdell or Castlegar - we've managed to find pie.  A farmer's market provided slices of heaven and once we found a lady selling pies behind the Canadian Imperial Bank in Osoyoos.  The cafe in Greenwood served up numerous servings and most fruit stands we passed sold 4 inch mini pies,
Greenwood's best

It wasn't until we were heading home and stopped in at the Panhandle Restaurant in Bonner's Ferry (love that name!) that our search was rewarded with that fine treat.
The Bonner's Ferry prize

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