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(at the vacuuming goat in Spokane) |
Grandpa took the opportunity to have some fresh golfing partners. Alex and Sammy were ripe for the challenge, so they packed up and hit a par-3. Abby looked at me with her eyes, the BIG, BLUE, DRIPPY WITH LOVE, ones. So, yeah, we ate breakfast at McDonalds. We followed it up with cruising through the T. J. Maxx that is nearby. We didn't buy a darn thing, but, at least we supported the economy by keeping people employed to clean up the store after us. Thinkers aren't we!
By the time we made it home Alex and Sammy were waiting for us. We packed up the car, tidied the trail of mess that seems to follow us (not to point fingers, but, it is totally TRENT. Little dude has some issues he needs to work through!), and were on our way to get Dave.
Dave threw his stuff in the van, and of course, took over the driving position. Our first stop was lunch at Dicks drive-in. A Spokane classic. Following that we dove right into Riverfront park. The vacuuming goat, the carousel, and Ferris-wheel, the whole shebang. It took awhile, but we finally concluded that we were sticky and sweaty enough to be done.
We reloaded, again, and got on the road to Sandpoint. We filled the evening with a bike ride through town and down to the beach. That banned bike carrier is the best banned thing I have ever bought! Hopefully it will come off of Dave's banned list soon?
Oh, and, just for memory sake. THIS was the bike ride with a bloody toe, a bloody nose, and a flat tire.
Still, a great ride.
(Sandpoint beach. Pic from Dave's phone . . . kinda small, huh!)
