Quality Inn Oakwood Spokane

Here I am trying to pack for yet another trip. Everything out ready to put 1/2 back....then another 1/2 back in a day or so. The good news is that we have really no restrictions on weight (other than the standard 2-bags at 50lbs each) and neither Southwest nor Mexicana is charging for baggage. No way I'll need that baggage limitation but I still worry about having to carry the stuff around!<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.

... in mind we grabbed some fish n chips and head off to watch the Draft Horse Pull in the main arena.  The men equalled the horses in size and as with English country fairs, the exhibitors were wearing their Sunday best, neat clean shirts, smart Stetson and extremely proud of these grand beasts.  However Draft Horse Pull is not the most stimulating events to watch (possibly 15 minutes max &#8211; an hour if drunk) and we went off to find the Mutton Bustin.<br><br>This should be in ...

... actually Ian in a dreadful wig) put us through our paces.  Everyone in the group &#8211; myself, Nancy, Sig, Elizabeth, Fred and Travis (the wrangler at the rear) went for about four amazing long loping runs.  We went up and down the steepest of treks, which you had to rely (hope) that the horses knew what they were doing.  We finished at a meadow for a barbecue and then rode the horses back to the ranch.  <br><br>While this ride took place the boys (Tim ...

The golf trip was organised by Steve and I was looking forward to a decent round of golf at a local course to see if my game could recover from the disastrous run I'd been having in England. So four of us (Tim, Rob, Steve and I) set off at lunchtime in Jim&#8217;s hire car to drive the supposed 45-minute route around the lake with Tim driving. Tim normally drives an Aston ...

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... aunt, uncle and brother and wife.  This world is small.<br><br>Our log cabin was spacious, comfortable and clean.  Everything laid on with a view of the valley and the horses.  We freshened up and started to unpack the RV and then it was dinner and a chance to find out who the Green&#8217;s knew that we knew and meet our other guests, a lovely couple from Philly called Siggy and Nancy who we have nicknamed Sid and Nancy.<br><br>We were invited to a ...

... a Democrat."<br><br>Now...I make sure that my political party is unknown in school and most of the time outside of school. (Students: you STILL have yet to figure it out). But for someone to IMPLY that because I'm from Jersey I'm a Democrat is just wrong. Granted, he was laughing about it...but STILL! <br><br>We have gotten quite a bit of flak for being from Jersey...or as some locals out here call us "Joisey kids." It's sad when others can ...

This day started at about quarter till four in the morn. I wake up, kinda bleary eyed, somewhat hungry (not sure how that was possible), and say to myself, "yeah right, no heading to the bear box now.. hey.. is something weird with my tent? ...it seems.. yeah, my tent is about the size of a one man pup tent.. what the.. wait.. there's only one reason I know of..." *Joe kicks the ceiling of the tent* *spring!* Much better. Snow. Heavy snow. Must ...

... glass shard-like foodstuffs. When beckoned to the table, our plump and amiable waitress took one look at the chicken wrap, took a deep breath, and said matter-of-factly, "the rice isn't cooked all the way, is it?" This was an interesting diagnosis of the problem, leading everyone at the table to believe that there was a history of problematic rice at this particular dining establishment. The waitress, futiley attempting to hide her grimace, quickly whisked ...