The BlogGals gathered today for their first adventure. It was a promise to Cis and Toni from back in May when I was writing the now defunct Golly Gals Blog. They squired us around Sandpoint and the quid pro quo was our hosting Tubbs Hill.
Things change. Toni is recovering from eye surgery, the Golly Gals are no more and Joanne has joined me in mayhem. A promise is a promise. The weather was perfect, the ladies were available so off to Tubbs Hill we went.
I would normally do a little research in advance but this time did not. I was under the impression the hike was relatively flat. It was not. I think we made it about 50 yards before the first bench appeared and - we sat. Know that none of us are under 50, if we walk at all it is on the flat and none of us are exactly lithe.
We watched people jog by dripping sweat. Not their dogs mind you, just the runners. That didn't look at all like fun so we thought we would just mozy. It's so much easier to chat and laugh that way. And meet people. Looking down at a beautiful stretch of beach we spotted a flash of blond. I poked Joanne. "Wow! she commented, "maybe it's Paris Hilton!" Being spotted, the lady and her dog came running up what appeared to me to be up an incredibly steep incline. I can't believe we looked at all threatening but one never knows. And it wasn't Paris, but a delightful gal named Carla with her dog Lexa. They hail from Jacksonville Beach, FL and spend part of their summers here.
Onward and, with my hip beginning to ache and me beginning to complain, upward. We came upon a wonderful view of the whole of Sanders Beach. We were somewhat surprised to see it was not deserted but figured a lone sunbather was one of the privileged few. We crossed the bridges we had noted on the map. We found a sign pointing the way back from whence we came and were feeling quit proud of ourselves.
We chatted with more folks and never once met any one from California. Funny. Most had heard of Hagadone and a newcomer from Tennessee gave us a hilarious comparison to the Madonna of the Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo, CA. Small world.
Hike completed we set off for lunch somewhere outside. First we tried the Ironhorse but the building was being painted. No go. Next we tried Crickets but got tired of waiting for a waitress so we decided to drive out along the lake and try Tony's. Ooops. Not open for lunch. I thought I was going to have to borrow gas money!
Finally we opted for O'Shays. Good choice even if we did have to eat inside. Great Rubens. That place is a story unto itself. Another time.
Dropped Joanne off, Cis stopped in long enough to meet my phantom husband and say good bye to Bacchus then headed back to Sandpoint. We had a ball. You know something? I really like bloggers!