The Valley Club in Cascade, Idaho.

Cascade is a delightful little shithole.

Almost perfect for a weekend getaway, the town lacks the most crucial element for fun - bars. Luckily, Jenny and I stumbled upon the single actual bar in Cascade - The Valley Club. A quaint, robin's egg blue building nestled in the center of town, it's the only lounge in the area that's not connected to a restaurant. This place was surprisingly roomy - with plenty of tables, a lengthy bar with spinning stools, a pool table, and what is probably a crowded dance floor on busy Fridays. Jenny and I stumbled our way into this riverside gem on a Monday evening to find it already inhabited by probably ten to twelve locals, which is not a bad turnout for a Monday. We sipped on $2.50 rum and cokes until we indulged in a pitcher of the delicious Fat Tire - for $6.00. By then we were wasted and trying relentlessly to get a picture of a gentleman we'll call Leroy - a haggard, hairy dog-like man sitting two seats down from me. From the looks of him, he probably shows up at the Valley Club nightly, and he is undoubtedly a very interesting drunk - somebody with whom Jenny and I would love to rub elbows. Despite our efforts, we were only able to acquire a crappy photo of Leroy, much to our chagrin. Middle-aged burn-outs tended bar at the Valley Club. Nice ladies actually - probably lived hard lives. Overall, the Valley Club is a relatively cheap watering hole that lost it's fun when Leroy left.