Fairfield Inn By Marriott Spokane

... br> Leaving Saturday for L.A. where I'll meet up with Terry Chamorro and stay at her place Saturday night. Sunday morning we have a 7:45am flight out of LAX which means going to the airport at 5:45am. Ungodly time. We are flying on Mexicana Airlines via Mexico City to Guatemala City. <br>Not exactly sure yet where we'll meet up with Rose and Jim....probably at LAX before the flight.<br><br><br>

Finally got the truck back, all fixed and running beautifully. Decided to get on the road, though it was already 2 pm. Headed south along Flathead Lake through green forests and valleys to I-90, then west, west, west. All uphill, what a climb, to Coeur d'Alene in Idaho, then downhill into Washington State. Spent almost two hours trying to find Riverside State Park in the city of Spokane, finally set up the camper and tried to settle down for the night.

... Elizabeth keen to hack down there asap and Tim ready to take a leisurely ride).  Stetsons on and the Greens were off in their luxury RV.  Lily, Edie and Fynn were sad to say bye to Emily, Andrew, Katie and Rachel and also to their horses and the staff who had been brilliant with them all.  <br><br> <br><br>We decided to take a look at the North Idaho Country Fair and Rodeo at Coeur D'Alene.  First impression is was just like a UK county fair with farming equipment, stalls ...

... of just going around a ring or for a trot around a park is definitely dull.   Thoroughly and utterly recommended. Honest guys forget the beach resorts for one year and try this. <br><br>Ps &#8211; for those that do not horse ride a tip (from Judith and Jane) was to wear pantyhose (tights)  - this was for the men and ladies of the group.  To aid chaffing.  Suggestion is that you don&#8217;t buy the spandex variety and make sure they are Queen Size for men.   

... 3 14th which is a 170 yard (it&#8217;s on a pulley system where they can vary the length of the green from the mainland!) 7 iron onto a man made island green which you get to and from on a boat called &#8220;The Putter&#8221;. What a hole and what an amazing course. American golf at its best where they think of everything including fans on greens to cool you down and ...

<br>dä 'Glaci** Nationalpark', scho dä feuft park wo mir bsuecht händ. Im unt**schied zu dä and**e, isch dä ab** fascht nöd mit strasse **schlosse, was us min**e sicht zwei grossi vorteil hät. D'natur bliebt unb**ü**t** und äs hät spürbar we***** bsuech**. Diä einzig strass wo dur dä park fü**t isch däfür umso imposant** und gseht us wiä in b**g inegschnitzt. Im gägesatz zu dä pass-strasse bi eus, händs da kei 180 grad ...

... to another steep climb<br><br><br>When the locals arrived in the early evening to climb, they brought with them their babies! Here's one of them trying a sip from Jon's Moose Drool! After ...

... Plus-NO COCKROACHES. ANYWHERE. (About half the price of the "roach motel" in MN). That night we drove to the local shopping mall, and had delicious chicken sandwiches at Red Robin. Seriously, I love that place. (Right, Ma?) Back at the hotel, I was dying to jump into the pool, but after the long day of traveling, we were too exhausted. I did a quick blog update and we called it a night; in an actual bed. Thank goodness. Zzzzzzzzzzzz . . . .

... sign a waiver verifying my psychological stability, I might do well to pack another bag with "just in case" medications. You know, Advil, breathmints, extra-strength Xanax. So there we have it. I will have the clothing on my back, one bag of textbooks (or fire starters, whichever you prefer) and one bag of psychiatric drugs. Obviously, I will be set for one year abroad. Ugh. In order to avoid doing actual work at my "job" and to trick myself into thinking ...

... ending up in Spokane, Washington. Growing up one of our main TV stations was based in Spokane so I had always envisioned this city as a big antenna surrounded by a few houses. I learned that it's a lot bigger than that after we drove around for an hour lost. We tried to find a bite to eat but not much was open. Joey was pretty upset that Franks Diner which is situated inside a train car, was closed. "Diners are never supposed to close!" he groaned. We settled on a bar ...