Riverbend Inn Post Falls

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 ...

... Rob and Ian) took off for a day&#8217;s fly-fishing where they waded into the St. Jo River to cast their lines under the expert guidance of Rob. Ian&#8217;s casting was significantly worse than the other two but being a jammy sod he managed to catch one fish &#8211; a 13 inch cut throat trout (photograph to prove it) and Tim also landed one but two fish for a whole day&#8217;s work seemed a harsh return for the effort they all put in.<br><br>Everyone ...

... at home and this was a Ford Focus but that didn&#8217;t stop him breaking the world record rally course time and nearly giving Steve a heart attack on the way! We got there in one piece and off we went to the clubhouse to sign in. Here I found that we were playing a top 50 US course famous for one particular hole "The floating green at Coeur d&#8217;Alene!" &#8211; the ...

... Jeannie, Marty and the kids for a kayak at Harrison Lake a few miles from the ranch.   We raced with the children, Fynn was brilliant and loved every minute, jumping in and out of the lake for a swim and trying to persuade the girls to jump in.  Edie joined in but Princess Lily swans along with her friend Rachel hooking their kayak onto Jeannie&#8217;s Kayak and created, as they called it, a limousine kayak.  <br><br>Time for our lesson ...

<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 ...

... and never grip the side of the horse with your legs.  The stirrups were longer and you bottom wedged into the saddle pretending that you were balancing a bowl of punch between your legs with a curved back &#8211; as if you were riding a Harley. Forget posture, slouch those shoulders and you are off.  The only similarity was that the balls of your feet were on the stirrups.  <br><br>It was hard to erase all that we learnt and we looked a couple of ...

We were so looking forward to a bed.  As much as the RV is comfortable there is only a limit to how much time you can sleep on foam.  We drove around the Coeur d'Alene lake  and all had a good feeling about what was to come.   Up into the mountains along a dusty lane we were being encouraged to go further to find Red Horse Mountain Ranch.  We drove to the ranch house and was met by your stereo typical wrangler or wranglet, Ashley in jeans and gingham shirt ...

... back inside, as if he were keeping me in line, warning me of a possible coyote or moose encounter, perhaps. My guardian angel. Yesterday evening, Mom drove me into Coeur d' Alene where we came across the weekly farmer's market, then we sauntered over the lake (on top of the longest floating boardwalk in the world) over to "Bonzai Bistro," where I had a "North Idaho" sushi roll ...