Wednesday, June 16, 2021

Celebration, Et. Al.


 








Bill and I celebrated 47 years of marriage yesterday by going out to dinner at MickDuffs Restaurant. 

Usually we see the couple above at Sweet Lou's during Friday-night dinner, or I see Connie at Columbia Bank, where we first met.

Connie helped me out after I lost my debit card while attending a ZAGS basketball game in the Kennel.

The mention of ZAGS instantly kindled a friendship that has gone on for several years. 

It would be a toss-up to see which couple, the Rosco's or the Love's could win a ZAGS fan award. 

We know there are plenty more like us out there, but our ZAG-related fan tales could go on for hours.

Turns out Tim and Connie will be celebrating their 47th anniversary next month. 

BUT last night, they thought they needed to add the final touch to our dinner out:  dessert!

So, Bill and I were happy to oblige with that generous bowl of ice cream topped with huckleberries. 

Thank you so much, Connie and Tim!

Our dining experience was enhanced by meeting in-person two young ladies we have watched on the basketball court at Sandpoint High School. 

Bella and Brooklyn, who both played outstanding basketball for Willie's girls team, work at MickDuff's, both at the front desk and bussing tables around the restaurant which was once Sandpoint's post office.

Though we saw a few people we knew, it was truly amazing to see the place packed with mostly unfamiliar faces on a Tuesday night.  Sandpoint has definitely changed. 

Besides our wonderful dining experience, I'm feeling pleased this morning that many of my weed-infested garden and flower areas have received a clean-up. 

The rain we received overnight and off and on throughout the day soften the soil enough to make weeding actually kinda fun.  

That doesn't mean they're all gone.  Weeds have a way of regenerating faster than we can blink an eye. If only the veggies and flowers could do the same. 

Still, some areas look a lot better than they did.

Finally, I'm celebrating this morning, knowing that CB is coming along very nicely with Mary's training. 

She sent me some videos yesterday showing him at all three gaits and holding himself well. Mary has added spurs to his "energizer" package and CB seems to be responding accordingly. 

All's things are bright and beautiful this morning, and it looks like a lovely day ahead with a little more lawn mowing on the agenda. 

Happy Wednesday. 





Bella and Brooklyn, neat young ladies. 


















Tuesday, June 15, 2021

A Dark and Stormy Morning

 





Looks like we've seen the last of our brief but wild thunder and lightning and rain storm.  

It started about 4:15 and seems to have settled down for a while. 

No wind, to speak of this time, and since I mowed part of the lawn yesterday, that makes me happy. 

It's nice to not be facing yet another round of limb and leaf pickup on a newly mown lawn.

We do have a darker than usual morning but the "stormy" part has headed on its way. 

Soft raindrops are hitting the metal roof outside my window.  It's calming and nice and warm. 

We should have some good garden growing weather because after today full-blown summer returns. 

BTW:  I picked up my final, final installment of flowers at The Flower Farm yesterday. 

I told them last week I was done purchasing flowers, but when I learned about 20 percent off for fan club members and a drawing, I made one more stop.

This time, African daisies came home.

The place still has lots of gorgeous petunias and other annuals.  










The dogs and I went for an evening drive last night.  

As soon as Foster heard Bill say he was planning to "GO" to Grouse Creek, the little guy sensed that maybe HE was going to get to "GO" for a ride.

Foster loves to ride shotgun, and he's ready to "GO" any time there's a hint of such possibilities.

He was so excited, staring at me and furiously wagging his little nubbin, that I broke down and said we'd "GO" for a drive. 

Then, I heard a yelp from the other side of the door leading to the garage.

While in the garage, Liam listens to everything happening inside the house.  It was obvious HE wanted to "GO" too, even if he still whines and cries whenever the car comes to a stop. 

Well, Liam had to cry and whine when I spotted the horse below walking through a pasture on Selkirk Road. 

Not Lily but a definite reminder.  Just bigger spots. 

In the early evening light, this pretty Appaloosa leopard was nothing less than eye catching.

So, as Liam whined, I clicked.

I saw lots of beautiful summer scenes along my two rural drives yesterday.  The Pack River swimming hole on Colburn-Culver is once again attracting swimmers. Soon, cars will be parked for nearly a mile along the road.  

People were also out biking and riding their horses last evening, and cows were relaxing across the road after enjoying tall grass in their pasture.

I'd say the lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer have arrived, and today's rain may ensure that things will grow and our recreational areas will stay safe from fires for a while.  

Happy Tuesday.   









Monday, June 14, 2021

Happy Flag Day, Et. Al.





To describe this Flag Day 2021 as a perfect summer morn here in the Selle Valley would be an understatement.  

Today marks the first time in 2021 that I have gone outside for morning chores without adding extra clothing to stay warm or boots to keep my feet dry. 

Song birds are chirping, turkeys are gobbling, the garden is producing goodies and the general scene around here seems close to perfect. 

Summer has begun because of the lovely weather and because school's out.  

No more school buses, maybe a few more cars passing by with more frequency as kids join the work forces with their summer jobs. 

On this Flag Day and others, I can never forget to send out some birthday cheer to my older brother Mike and to my dear friend Pat.  

Hope you both have a great day.

Hope you all enjoy the photos and the special video below.  

















Yesterday, a multitude of threads on a Facebook group about being Sandpoint kids inspired my friend and former student Molly McCahon to post a brief documentary depicting Sandpoint, produced by her late father Dan McCahon. 

AKA Dann McCann, her dad devoted a career to film, especially documentaries and even winning an Academy award for a film explained below.

I had the good fortune of getting to know Dan several years ago.  He was a kind and thoughtful man.

One time, he even invited me to come to his house on Lake Street for a special viewing of a documentary featuring Robert Redford. 

During my Robert Redford fanatic days, he also sent me a poster of Redford as The Electric Horseman via Molly, who was a student in my English class.

Dan was also a fascinating and eloquent individual who truly enjoyed living in Sandpoint. 

I think he'd be thrilled to know that his work has found a new audience among the many Facebook folks whose enthusiasm toward remembering the sights, sounds, people and happenings in their hometown has been nothing less than contagious.

Hats off to Brian Hobday, a Sandpoint High grad and now a Montana forester, who created this voluminous and viral site about the community we love. 

And, as Molly said yesterday upon posting the video, her dad's creation pretty much says it all. 

Thanks, Molly and Dan.  

Hope you all enjoy this production if you haven't seen it before.   




 


from Wikipedia:  Who Are the DeBolts? And Where Did They Get Nineteen Kids? is a 1977 documentary film about Dorothy and Bob DeBolt, an American couple who adopted 14 children (12 at the start of filming), some of whom are severely disabled war orphans (in addition to raising Dorothy's five biological children and Bob's biological daughter). 

The film was narrated by Henry Winkler, who also served as executive producer, and won an Academy Award for Best Feature-length Documentary in 1978, as well as the Directors Guild of America Award  and the Humanitas Award for producer and director John Korty  in 1979. 

A 50-minute version of the film shown on ABC  in December 17, 1978, earned a 1979 Emmy Award  for Outstanding Individual Achievement - Informational Program and an Emmy nomination for Outstanding Informational Program for Winkler, Korty, and producers Warren Lockhart and Dan McCann. 



Sunday, June 13, 2021

Fishes, Fun and Food along the Moyie

 






Yesterday was free-fishing day in Idaho.

Bill and I saw plenty of fish but made no attempt to hook any of them.

We just looked and admired. 

Our afternoon travel plan included the Meadow Creek-Moyie River loop to Good Grief with a stop at Feist Creek Falls Restaurant for a late lunch early dinner.

Along the way, we stopped for a bag of kettle corn at Three Mile Junction north of Bonners Ferry.

And, by golly, so did Kelly and Shawn from Sandpoint.

  They were on their way north to the Porthill area for some kind of a motor-related encampment.

After a quick visit, Bill and I headed off HWY 2 toward the Meadow Creek Road. We stopped once or twice for photos, which included a side road with a serene setting along Meadow Creek.  

I love the little bridge and especially loved the cute little house nearby for UPS drops.

And, of course, we always stop for a photo at the first bridge crossing the magnificent Moyie River.

We take this route two or three times a year, always with reminders of nearly 100 years ago when my dad's mother taught school at the one-room Meadow Creek schoolhouse. 

Meadow Creek has always been an important family destination, thanks to Harold's many stories of his childhood in the area, which included bringing in wood to heat the school. 

Of course, the Moyie has been a draw also for the fishermen in the family. Bill usually spend a lot of time up there in the fall. 

Before our stop at Feist Creek, one of my favorite eating spots in the region,  we spent some time at the picnic ground aka Moyie Crossings Day Use Interpretive Site.

It's not far from the restaurant, and its claim to fame:  fish out of water, sculptures, that is. 

The picnic ground with all its iron fish sits above a bucolic stretch of the Moyie where weathered pilings remind visitors of an actual river crossing. 

As is often the case, we had the place to ourselves yesterday as we walked the trails and admired the river. 

Our visit to Feist Creek Falls Restaurant with its beautiful pond filled with huge lunkers looking for handouts was the first in a couple of years. 

We learned from owner Cliff Kramer that the restaurant, which serves railroad employees, stayed open during the Pandemic. 

With that in mind, it's no surprise that the food at Feist Creek Falls is always good AND plentiful. The gentleman next to us allowed me to take a picture of his rack of ribs---some eaten at the restaurant, most taken home in three separate boxes for later consumption. 

Yesterday was our first-ever meeting with Cliff, who is known for his aerial adventures and his helicopter.  He proudly told us that on Friday he had taken his first ever jump from an airplane at a Bonners Ferry Airport event. 

Cliff jumped tandem with his granddaughter and thought that he might just do that again. 

Bill and I enjoyed our meal and then headed on up the road, unable to resist a side trip to the Canadian border crossing at Eastport----just to remind us that some day we can once again cross that border. 

Next, we took a side trip down the Copper Falls Road and then down a road where Bill wasn't exactly sure where it went.  

It went up, up, up at one time giving us a view of the Moyie River Road far below us and eventually high enough to look out the window and admire the magnificent Canadian Rockies in the distance.  

The "road taken" did go somewhere----to an intersection with another road which Bill and I have traveled a time or two:  the Deer Creek Road, also a place which served as a setting for many of Harold's hunting stories.  

Bill and I have experienced a story or two of our own up that road over the past few decades---huckleberrying and fishing.  

It was nice to know that our newest road on the trip was actually taking us closer to home rather than the unknown. 

Twas a great afternoon enjoying the beauty of early summer in yet another beautiful area. 

We're, indeed, blessed with our surroundings, especially at this time of year. 

Happy Sunday.