La Quinta Inn & Suites Coeur D' Alene
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... breakfast burrito, which had homemade fries, cranberry cured bacon and wrapped in a fresh tortilla. Yum! As we checked in last night, the front desk lady mentioned heading to the Museum of the Rockies, saying that the main archaeologist was the consultant on Jurassic Park! Sold! The museum was small, but the dinosaur exhibit was amazing! Apparently Montana has a high concentration of fossil fields, ...
... couldn’t help but be impressed by the precision and skill of the Germans… as always, they have to be considered one of the favorites.
This was another day of following rivers. We spent the majority of the day following one river after the next. First, we proceeded along the aptly named Flathead river, then the Clark Fork river, briefly along the St Regis, and, finally the St. Joe. In the process ...
... removal of multiple weeks of grime so that I could once again actually open up my rear hatch without having to wash my hands immediately afterward every time.
I left town via the non-ferry route, and this route took me next through a town called Salmo, whose “Welcome” sign touts its rock murals throughout town. I took a few minutes to drive around and I was able to find four of them on various buildings; pretty neat.
From there, ...
... one orange that we had in our bag but hadn’t told them about. Geez, don’t get me started, they wouldn’t even let me use the bathroom!
Coeur D’Alene is a beautiful lake-resort community, but the highlight for me was getting to spend time quality time with my brother Matt, his wife Rachel and daughter ...
... at having crossed the border at Kingsgate. The crossing guard was pleasant and we were all unmolested. However, both kids started to show their tiredness from the day before. Penny howled, sick of being in a car seat, and Henry cried at her crying, complaining that it was too loud. Our attempts to teach irony failed and we ended up just dealing with the noise. From Sandpoint onwards the complaining got more frequent and my nerves ...