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.