7/3/17 Post Fall, Idaho

NOTE: I have been advised, “Alberto, your blogs are way too long, and worse yet… BORING!”

1. Keep the blog to a travel blog.
2. Keep the personal “outa here!” –
3. no one is interested in you, but
4. everyone wishes to learn from your trip.
Okay, I will do.

Reports hence forth.

1. Shorter
2. Factual (this will be hard)
3. No… “me”

I had already written the “Pincher Creek to Post Falls Idaho of July 2, 2017” below. Draw a line, and re-write it.

Appreciate, for any of you who read it… which version is better. I will stick to a new form.

Thank you.

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OLD VERSION

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Pincher Creek to Post Falls Idaho
July 2, 2017

Rest was complete. In the morning we had but two objectives.

1. The Ride To The Sun Road, in Idaho.
2. Post Fall, Idaho – John’s childhood friend.

Once in the past I had seen The Road To The Sun with my friend Chris Weld. He’d seen it many times before and felt it a duty that I should see it also. The duty is now paid back, as I see it an obligation to travel this road with John. That, however, comes with a warning: There will be a mob-scene of cars. It is Summer, it is a beautiful day. Yep, the critters will be about. But, we have yet to get there sometime this morning. At this moment what we need is breakfast.

Heading south on highway 6, John sees a board message indicating that customs at the US-Canada border is not open until 9:00 am. That settle the matter and we took a short detour to Waterton Park.

Waterton Park is a Canada Park to which you must have a Pass (or pay an entry fee), luckily Canada’s anniversary provides a free pass if you apply for it … and I had!

Waterton is a Carmel California like community. Quaint, affluent, artistic, etc. there is a hotel the Prince of Wales which is one stunning building in setting and looks. We did not enter the building, feeling that just driving the parking lot we’d have to pay a fee. Oh, man! It looked expensive and luxurious.

Breakfast in town was very pleasant, obviously they are used to catering to affluence and the demands the affluent have of servants. Two yokels like us, accustomed to McDonalds, It was more luxury than we knew what to do with. Our waitress had the most magnificent… eyebrows, if you can believe that! (Now, now. Better take literal on that one).

9:30 am. Best be going, the famous Logan Pass will be crowded. But first US Customs.

At the border we were the third or fourth on line. The first vehicle is pulled aside for closer review by a customs officer. Interesting, I said to myself.

Next, the pickup truck is actually denied entry and told to turn around back to Canada. Ouch! Who knows what they will tell us. I am looking grungy and John, well, looks like a hippie from the 70s.

I step up in my turn and the officer goes “helmet off please”. “Passport”. “How much currency do you carry”. This guy was all business yet you could tell he was not that way. Soon enough the ice breaks and I am insisting he not let John pass thru for being “way too ugly”. The officer was lenient and got us going in swift order.

Wooohooo! Home! The same road, the same mountain, the same air… but to me everything smelled US. I was happy and relieved. Relieved of what? … don’t ask. I am home. 1,700 or so miles to go, yet to me is nothing! Feelings have their own source and justification both unknown to me.

Heading to the Ride To The Sun Road was easy. At St Mary, we top off the gas and visit the National Parks display. Quickly we noticed the steady stream of cars, vans and buses heading up. I set myself for a long-and-slow ride to the top, advising John to do likewise. Despite the crowd Logan Pass is one imposing ride. After the top we stop to talk with a highway service man, who is an avid motorcycle rider. He tells us of his “custom” KTM and of other rides we can do while we are in this area. They all sounded fabulous and challenging. John asks… “care to try it?” – I reply, “hey, I’m game, yet I get the feeling that we are going to have many such rides without having to go out of our way for them”. John concurs, “You are right”. And that was it. We applied ourselves to the remaining 50 or so mikes left of this road aiming for highway 35, a slightly out-of-the-way road bordering some 40 miles long lake. Nice, easy and boring! Oh, yes. Boring. Maybe I am not cut out to appreciate nature. Just get me going and that I good enough for me.

I was hoping to get to a road Chris Weld and I traveled where we go through a long winding descent onto a couple of lakes you get to appreciate from a vista point. Well, it did not worked that way. We took highway 200 which the map showed the two lakes… wrong lakes! But very pretty none the less. It brought us closer to Cour D’ Alene and a straight run to Post Fall, Idaho.

It is 8:30 pm. A long day, though not many miles for having spent half a day at the famous road. Worth every minute!

A few turns and we were celebrating with John’s childhood friend Gary “beaver” (one look at him and you’d see why the moniker) and Lee, his very happy wife. Great dinner. By, 9:30 pm they are still talking and I am toast! Bidding good night I retire never knowing when John called his day off. I am certain they talked the evening away catching up with each other.

Thank you for reading

Alberto

 

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NEW VERSION

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Pincher Creek to Post Falls Idaho
July 2, 2017

Rest was complete. In the morning we had but two objectives.

1. The Ride To The Sun Road, in Idaho.
2. Post Fall, Idaho – John’s childhood friend.

Once in the past I had seen The Road To The Sun with my friend Chris Weld. He’d seen it many times before and felt it a duty that I should see it also. The duty is now paid back, as I see it an obligation to travel this road with John. That, however, comes with a warning: There will be a mob-scene of cars. It is Summer, it is a beautiful day. Yep, the critters will be about. But, we have yet to get there sometime this morning. At this moment what we need is breakfast.

Heading south on highway 6, John sees a board message indicating that customs at the US-Canada border is not open until 9:00 am. That settle the matter and we took a short detour to Waterton Park still on the Canada side.

Waterton Park is a Canada Park to which you must have a Pass (or pay an entry fee), luckily Canada’s anniversary provides a free pass if you apply for it … and I had!

Waterton is a Carmel California like community. Quaint, affluent, artistic, etc. The Prince of Wales Hotel, which is one stunning building in setting and looks. Oh, man! It looked expensive and luxurious.

Breakfast in town was very pleasant, obviously they are used to catering to affluence and the demands the affluent have of servants. Two yokels like us, accustomed to McDonalds, It was more luxury than we knew what to do with.

9:30 am. Best be going, the famous Logan Pass will be crowded. But first US Customs.

At the border we were the third or fourth on line. The first vehicle is pulled aside for closer review by a customs officer. Interesting, I said to myself.

Next, a pickup truck is actually denied entry to the US and told to turn around back to Canada. Ouch! Who knows what they will tell us. I am looking grungy and John, well, looks like a hippie from the 70s.

I step up in my turn and the officer goes “helmet off please”. “Passport”. “How much currency do you carry”. This guy was all business yet you could tell he was not that way. Soon enough the ice breaks and I am insisting he not let John pass thru for being “way too ugly”. The officer was lenient and got us going in swift order.

Heading to the Ride To The Sun Road was easy. At St Mary, we top off the gas and visit the National Parks display. Quickly we noticed the steady stream of cars, vans and buses heading up. I set myself for a long-and-slow ride to the top, advising John to do likewise. Despite the crowd Logan Pass is one imposing ride. After the top we stop to talk with a highway service man, who is an avid motorcycle rider. He tells us of his “custom” KTM and of other rides we can do while we are in this area. They all sounded fabulous.

We applied ourselves to the remaining 50 or so mikes left of this road aiming for highway 35, a slightly out-of-the-way road bordering some 40 miles along Flathead Lake. There were many fruit-stands, particularly cherries, along highway 35. Rich, dark and sweet.

I was hoping to get to a road Chris Weld and I traveled where we go through a long winding descent onto a couple of lakes you get to appreciate from a vista point. Well, it did not worked that way. We took highway 200 which the map showed the two lakes… wrong lakes! But very pretty none the less. It brought us closer to Cour D’ Alene and a straight run to Post Fall, Idaho.

It is 8:30 pm. A long day, though not many miles for having spent half a day at the famous road. Worth every minute!

A few short miles later and we were celebrating with John’s childhood friend Gary “beaver” (one look at him and you’d see why the moniker) and Lee, his very happy wife. By, 9:30 pm they are still talking and I am toast! Bidding good night I retire never knowing when John called his day off. I am certain they talked the evening away catching up with each other.

Thank you

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2 Comments

  1. Just the facts Maam (Dragnet, 1960’s), just doesn’t work Alberto! You can’t switch horses in the middle of the stream (John Wayne?) and I’ve become accustomed to your (old version) style! Just be you…..you are the one doing the work!?! Safe travels.

  2. Your blogs aren’t too long and they aren’t boring.
    In fact, I’d love more if you have the time/energy to add more.

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