Night number three of escapes from beastly hot to air-conditioned road trips took us to Schweitzer last evening.
We walked with the dogs through downtown Schweitzer Village which was very quiet.
We probably saw fewer than a dozen people in the 45 minutes we spent there.
It was fun to see the new features, including a new lift and some added possibilities at the sluice box venue.
It was also fun strolling and stopping on occasion just to take in the moments. Unfortunately, last night, the view of Lake Pend Oreille below was hardly worth photographing because significant haze down in the valley.
On the way up to Schweitzer we turned around once to come back for a better view of a very healthy looking mama moose and her baby. She was nibbling on the lush shrubbery along the road.
It looks like a great year of feeding for the wildlife, thanks to the June rainfall.
Horse shoe in the fire before going on a hoof.
We met Dylan Taylor last night at Schweitzer. He had come up from his newest home in Salmon to shoe horses for Matt Smart who owns the Schweitzer trail ride venue. Dylan has also worked as wrangler for Matt.
He had been shoeing all day---in the heat--and said he'd be back again today to put more shoes on the trail herd.
Dylan has local roots, and every farrier I named during our visit, he knew, adding that John Fuller, who shod my horses for 30-plus years, was "the man."
The road to Schweitzer and the resort itself holds a host of memories for us and our family in general.
Both Bill and I worked up there for a time in our younger days. I sold season tickets in the late '60s while he ran a chair lift in the '70s.
While on the drive, we talked about my dad Harold Tibbs' vast experience with Sandpoint's watershed as the city's water filter operator.
He knew the area about as well as anyone prior to the notion of a ski resort being created up there. Harold and his friends hunted in the watershed back in those days (1940s-'50s).
Before marrying my mother in 1954, Harold grazed his Hereford cows on the Neu property at the base of the hill where now dozens of homes and condos take up much of the space.
Schweitzer was basically our backyard as we grew up on North Boyer which served as the first road to the ski hill.
So, it was fun to go home, so to speak. As we reached the bottom of the hill, and Bill turned the car toward Woodland Drive to go through our old immediate neighborhood, he directed me toward a doe and her twin fawns.
I'm guessing the trio get a lot of attention because they were not bothered by our presence.
It's been a fun week taking tours through the mountainous areas with which we are so familiar.
Tonight, after the hottest day of the heat wave, we will also have the highest low temperature of the week (64) so I'm sure we'll head out on one more jaunt.
Stay tuned. Stay cool.
Our dogs have had a great time on the evening trips, riding in the back seat of the pickup and then getting to walk around at the stops.
Schweitzer seemed especially enticing for their sniffers because I have a feeling at least a few other dogs have left their mark.
A significant name in the early history of Sandpoint. Now, a hotel at Schweitzer.
Below: Foster may not have smelled other dogs near this car, but it's possible he sensed a lot of $$$.
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