Thursday, July 11, 2013

Day 10- Skookum Creek to Sandpoint- 53 miles

Who in their right mind pays $40 to pitch a tent sandwiched in between several ginormous RV's, very busy train tracks, and a hotel? Why, we do of course!
Really, Sandpoint. You disappoint. That's what you should be called. DISAPpoint. 
In other news...
It was a beautiful ride today. Up and down hills, following the river, through farm fields,with ospreys nesting on stands alongside the road. A bike trail led us the last six miles into the city of Sandpoint, where a sorry search for a place to stay ended with the aforementioned nightmare (it is morning now, and I will say I slept fine).
The evening ended with a bowl of soup at a local pub, where several old and bearded men were jamming and twanging away at some blue grass. Jamie, Jeremy, and I swapped stories, and Jeremy's got me a husband lined up in Maine, so I'll see you on the other side.
Total: $20 


  1. This fella from Maine has yet to be profiled, interviewed, background-checked, blood-tested and subjected to other intense scrutinies by your loving father and very protective brothers. So don't get your hopes up.

  2. Gotta admit I'm enjoying your dads comments along your journey almost as much as your entries. Lovin it!!