We stopped on the way out of Missoula for groceries and a new pair of sneakers for Quinn, whose feet never seem to stop growing. We also stopped at Lowes looking for some way to stop our drawers from popping open on rough roads.
There are fires burning just off of I90 west of Missoula, and we drove past an active fire area complete with helicopters dangling water buckets.
After a night in a quiet national forest campground we drove to Sandpoint, Idaho. My parents tried to move here when I was young, and I can understand why. It’s an idyllic little town set on lake Pend Oreille. It has what must be Quinn’s favorite beach ever – a train goes by every 20 minutes.
We spent the afternoon on a boat tour of the lake and swimming at the beach, and camped in an RV lot next to the park. Not the greatest of places to camp, especially with the constant rumble of trains, but you can’t beat the location.