Nancy Cycles!

Nancy Cycles!
"You got to be careful if you don't know where you are going, because you might not get there." ... Yogi Berra

Monday, October 12, 2020

CITY OF COEUR d’ALENE - THEN A BLUEBERRY FARM

Packing up the major gear and screen tent on the rainy day afforded us a leisurely morning of departure from camp on Sunday. After having breakfast we wandered up to say our goodbyes to those sisters who had not yet left for home. Then it was time for us to hit the road.

Driving through Coeur d’Alene we decided to get a pizza for our lunch and dinner. After ordering the pizza for pickup we took a stroll through some of downtown. 

There are some interesting statues at the park honoring loggers, farmers and homesteaders, as well as women’s right to vote ;’-).







Note the date on the plaque for this next one.





A few of the buildings had waterfalls similar to this one.



Some interesting information about sundials.



Susan stands in the middle of this one.



At the start of our stroll I was impressed by the number of people who were wearing masks. As we continued our walk, I was unimpressed by a number who were not. That is all I will say about that.

Moose sighting.



Pizza in hand, we drove on for ... somewhere! We were really not sure where we would end up but drove toward Riley Creek. The nearby campground was closed so Susan started a search for a Harvest Host. For an annual fee ($70 I think) you join a membership that allows you to camp at a number of places for “free”. Free with you membership fee, and with the purchase of something at the place where you camp. These places are at wineries, farms, orchards, golf courses, to name a few. Here we are in the town of Laclede (say — la KLEED’) at a Blueberry Farm. There are no hookups and you must be self-contained as there are (usually) no facilities at these camping places. 


The welcoming committee — Murphy.





You are not required to buy something, but it is strongly recommended and one would feel pretty cheap if they did not. Susan looks over the goods...



We bought a couple of jars of blueberry jam, an artisan soap, and ....... pie! Freshly made frozen blueberry pie.



Jen, the manager we guess, said we look like honest people and showed us how to bake our pie in the small convection oven inside the “barn”. 



And so we had — pizza for lunch dinner, fresh pie for dessert, and, with cell coverage, got to watch the Seahawks barely win their game over the Vikings! THIS is camping.

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