We left Kit and Janet’s place Friday, mid-morning. Our planned route would take us along the shore of Lake Roosevelt (Hwy 25) past Fort Spokane to Davenport. From Davenport we traveled Hwy 28 to Harrington, Hwy 23 to the junction with Hwy 195 at Steptoe, then 195 to Pullman and finally 270 into Moscow, Idaho.
We stopped at Fort Spokane for a little leg stretch and to tour what still stood of the old fort.
Everything was closed for the season but we got a reasonably good feel for what the place was about by following the self-guided walking tour. Legs properly stretched, we climbed back aboard Flipper and continued.
Had cheeseburgers and fries at the Viking in Harrington, where the photos of all the trucks was taken. And then we pushed on to Moscow. Why Moscow? Because our really good friends Shelly and Randy and their son Ryan live there. Remember Ukulele University? Shelly and Randy are the ones we went with. These are two great people who we’ve known for over 30 years. They both have interesting hobbies, too. Randy brews beer. And I don’t mean like in a couple of 5-gallon plastic tubs with a can of Blue Ribbon Malt Extract either. He starts with roasted grains and adds special hops for different recipes, special yeasts, keeps the fermenting brew in a precise temperature range, uses kegs instead of bottles, huge stainless steel professional-quality kettles instead of plastic buckets, and keeps meticulous records of what he’s doing. He had two kegs tapped and we tried both and both were absolutely first-rate. The professional craft-brewers have nothing on Randy. Shelly’s hobby is welding. She makes usable (mostly) art out of what most of us would consider junk.
When Shelly and Randy stayed with us at Cody’s just before Uke U. this summer, it just so happened that Cody and Scott were getting ready to get rid of a bunch of scrap metal junk. Things like fuel oil tanks, rebar, a small water system pressure tank, various hunks of this and that. This junk looked an awful lot like treasure to Shelly and she and Randy loaded up the back of the pickup with as much booty as they could cram in. Cody & Scott were more than happy to see it go. The water pressure tank, a 15-gallon unit, has taken on a new life as a chair. The cushions were being made while we were there and have probably been delivered by now. But here’s the chair sans cushions, with its matching end table:
The chair is supported by a big ol’ coil spring from a truck so it’s kind of an every-which-way rocking chair.
Randy is the cook at their house and really seems to enjoy it. They recently completed a two-year remodel of the kitchen which included absolutely amazing cabinets that Randy built as well as poured concrete countertops that were the best I’ve seen. Somehow, I didn’t get any photos of the kitchen. Had the camera in my pocket the whole time, too. For dinner on Friday night he made Naked Chicken. It was a couple of skinned and spatchcocked chickens that had been brined and then were cooked on the grill with a lemon-herb base. Wicked good and the breasts were nice and juicy and not dried out at all. Randy knows his stuff. When I wandered in from Flipper at around 6:30 Saturday morning, he was already busy putting together a breakfast casserole that turned out excellent. Hash browns, sausage, eggs, cheese. After breakfast we headed downtown to the Farmer’s Market where Lulu and Shelly each got these crocheted scrubbers. Shelly got hers to use. Lulu got hers to dissect so she can make her own. I bought a basket of beautiful Thai peppers in shades from yellow to bright red. Also got a head of some kind of fancy garlic. Later in the day I got my pressure cooker out and made a really pretty orange-colored Thai pepper and garlic hot sauce. The addition of the garlic really rounds out the taste.
Later, we joined Shelly and Randy, as well as some other members of Randy’s family for a tailgate party (our first) before the Idaho Vandals (vs Southern Alabama) football game. This is a ritual whenever there’s a home game. They take turns doing the cooking and this time it was Joe’s wife, Mary’s turn. She grilled up chicken breast sandwiches on ciabatta rolls with bacon and a smoky onion spread, and potato salad. Really good. I think she and Randy have a little competition going. Wish we were going to be here next game to see how he tries to out-do her.
Lulu was a little out of place in her red sweater as red seems to be Southern Alabama’s color. Fortunately, she escaped without being thrashed or anything. It was also Lulu’s 39th birthday. Shelly or Randy or someone managed to get the Vandals’ marching band’s tuba section to come over and do a round of “There’s No Beer In Heaven (So We’ll Have To Drink It Here)” in honor of her day. She and Shelly did a little jig to accompany the boys in skirts.
After the game, Randy fixed burgers for everyone back at the house. Ryan stopped by and visited for quite awhile. We’ve known Ryan, who is 34 or os now, since he was born. Matter of fact, Randy and I got drunk the night he was born. We were kind of in a little bit of trouble for that one. Hey, we thought that’s what new dads and their friends were supposed to do. No one told us any different so it wasn’t really our fault.
Sunday morning, after pancakes and bacon, we filled Flipper’s water tank, conferred with Shelly and Randy about our route and headed out for the mighty metropolis of Peck, Idaho. As always, we had a superb visit with our old friends and can’t wait to do it again.
Candlewood (Kettle Falls) to Moscow: 205 miles (¡Ai caramba!)
Total to-date: 1606 miles (49 miles/day… uh oh, the average is creeping up)