Sunday was absolutely miserable in Montana–the smoke was so thick you could actually smell and taste it. Your eyes burned, our throats were raspy, we were sneezing–it was terrible and the situation has only improved marginally. The above photo was taken Sunday evening as we were coming home from having dinner at Lonn’s. The haziness is smoke.
Monday morning not so bright and early we started for Spokane with two missions in mind. First off we haven’t seen our friend Mary since July of 2016 and we hadn’t met her new companion, Maybelline, an English cocker. Maybelline is the sweetest dog–a little high energy as she is young–but so sweet. Emmi wasn’t impressed–the grump!
We enjoyed our visit with Mary so much–we met Mary and her husband Gene in 2003 while participating in the sport of Cowboy Action Shooting. We’ve taken trips with them–they led us around to Washington state parks one summer–an amazing trip which included Olympic National Park, Port Townsend and other towns on the Washington coast. Gene died in 2013 and is sorely missed! Mary has a beautiful home in a Spokane neighborhood with a gorgeous back yard–lots of green grass for the dogs and beautiful trees/shrubs.
Mary sent us off after breakfast Tuesday morning for our other mission–motorhome shopping. And we came home empty handed. We had a list of four to view–the first one had been sent to the auction yard just a few days ago (hmmm–maybe we didn’t want that one!) The second one was a gas motorhome–a Tiffin Allegro–nope, not for us. The third was a Country Coach and we had high hopes only to lose those high hopes when we walked inside the coach! That motorhome had issues no one had even discovered as of yet! The floors and carpet had at some time obviously been wet–there were water marks on the cabinetry!! The bay doors and trays were rusted and supposedly the motorhome, a 2001, had only 17,000 miles on the odometer!–if that’s the case that was a really hard 17,000 miles!! And the salesman was a real used car salesman–he had no answers for the water marks or rust–onward.
The fourth motorhome was a Winnebago Itasca Meridian–a 34 foot diesel pusher–2005 model. It was a nice motorhome but we just couldn’t make ourselves pay their asking price. So–that was that! We went back to Mary’s and enjoyed an adult beverage and a fabulous dinner.
Today we said our “see you later” to Mary and headed back to Montana–it’s about 475 miles from Spokane to our house and it’s a beautiful drive when you can view the scenery. Spokane had hazardous air quality the whole time we were there–it was miserable. At one time today as we were driving I said to the Cowboy, “it’s as if we are driving across the prairies of Nebraska.”–the mountains were so obscured by the smoke. As I said, the air quality is marginally better here at our home but only marginally!
That fourth motorhome was located north of Spokane near Sandpoint–the owners had a lot/house on Lake Pend Oreille (pronounced Pond de ray.) Their house was located nine miles from the main highway on a narrow very crooked road. On the way back to the highway we spotted wildlife–
We stopped in town for a short visit with Nat and headed up the Boulder–it’s good to be home.