near Cusick, WA on Sullivan Lake
Colville National Forest
near Cusick, WA on Sullivan Lake
Colville National Forest
Although we’ve lived in Medical Lake for many years, we’re surprised we haven’t been to more places and done more things that are so close to home.
We decided that we would try Klinks, out on Williams Lake. It’s only about a 40 minute drive from our house.
Initially we just wanted to rent kayaks and see what kind we liked best, but decided to try out the restaurant since we’d be there.
It was only coincidence that it was on Mother’s day and they were having a brunch. If you ever do decide to go, it’s best to make reservations since it is a small establishment.
When we got there it was really windy, thought maybe it would die down after breakfast but that didn’t happen, so we took a peek at the kayaks they had and said, nah, lets just get the ones we want.
The cream puffs were divine, strawberries and raspberries super fresh and the wait staff were attentive and kind.
We were overall quite happy with our meals, except we each had a little portion of egg whites that weren’t cooked well enough, for us that will ruin even the greatest meal.
On our way back home we decided to go through Turnbull National Wildlife Refuge, we’d always talked about checking out, just hadn’t made time to do it before, but when in the vicinity, it must be divinity! Oh I don’t know, just trying to make a rhyme, please don’t give me a hard time.
It was beautiful, no one around, wild flowers blooming everywhere and the weather was ideal!
Pops on the other hand was a “I want a smoke” Nut that day. Every 5 minutes while we were driving he wanted us to pull over so he could have another cigarette, we would tell him he just had one, and he wouldn’t believe us and start threatening to light up in the car.
Needless to say, the calm enjoyable experience became overwrought with Pops endless craving to smoke, after less than 45 minutes we high-tailed it out of there with hopes of going back another time when he isn’t dying to smoke every other mile.
He did end the day with a grand finale of, “This is what I think of your rules” when he lit up in the back of the car only miles from home, just because he wanted a smoke now and wasn’t about to wait another minute. I turned around and there he was, smoking away. Frustrated, I said, “Dad are you kidding me! You couldn’t wait just one minute?” We pull over, I finally get him to throw it down and I grind it into the ground until there’s nothing left. There was just no reasoning with him, but then again how can you when dementia is in the picture? Seconds later the event has already been forgotten by dad, knowing there’s no reason to remain bothered, we do our best to join him in forgetting all about it. Since this all happened a couple months ago, as you know things have drastically changed in the smoking department, thankfully.
I can’t express how excited the town of Medical Lake is about the new bakery in town!
Deliciously divine and cute as can be!
Vacation time, wahoo! Let’s go to Yellowstone National Park! Mitch got 3 days off from work last week and we were excited to take Harvy the RV on our first real camping adventure. I tried to think of everything, even contacting Dad’s VA doctor to get him set him up with a wheelchair so he wouldn’t miss any of the views. I hauled load after load into the RV until I got everything I thought we would need, and more. Prior to heading out, our dear friend Terri surprised us with a little bouquet of flowers and well wishes. A wonderful start to a memorable adventure!
We started our 8 hour drive Tuesday evening the 25th of August around 6 pm after Mitch got home from work.
The plan was the drive the majority of the way Tuesday evening and arrive at the park around 8 a.m. Wednesday morning to get a campsite. There are 7 first come, first served campgrounds at Yellowstone and it’s posted that they can fill up by 9 a.m. during the busy season.
We all settled into our spots to begin the long drive, and made plans to stay over at a Walmart , or a truck-stop close to our destination.
As it got closer to midnight we were feeling pretty tired, so we stayed at a rest stop about two hours from Yellowstone.
This is the route we took to Yellowstone.
As we went through the last town conveniently called West Yellowstone, Pops says, “Shawna, will you look at my inhaler, I think I’m out.” A sinking feeling instantly hits my stomach, the one thing I didn’t think I needed to check for him. Turns out I should have. I searched for the nearest pharmacy and just as we see the sign that says left to Yellowstone we turn right to find the Silvertip pharmacy.
After learning that we had to have his doctor call in the prescription, it wouldn’t be there until the next day and it would cost $300, I began searching for something we could use off the shelf until we got home. There was nothing on the shelves for people with asthma, emphysema or any other COPD! You’d think there would be something on the shelves since breathing is so important. Ugh! We opted to see if there was a VA nearby with a pharmacy…no luck. We called the VA nurse in Spokane, told her our situation and hoped she would have a better answer. After driving 8 hours in two days we couldn’t turn around at the entrance, so I asked if she thought Dad could make it couple days without his rescue inhaler. She said probably so, just don’t let him exert himself at all and keep him in the RV a lot to stay out of the smokey air. No longer had I hung up the phone when Pops says, “Shawna will you look at my other inhaler, I think its out too.” Yes, not only was his rescue inhaler empty, the Sybicort Inhaler that works throughout the day to relax his muscles and improve breathing was empty as well. I knew Pops had become more forgetful, not remembering to take his pills or forgetting what he had for dinner the night before, but I didn’t realize that the one thing he always remembered, he would forget. What a time to learn that he no longer could be responsible for keeping track of his breathing meds. I felt completely responsible for the situation and just prayed that that the nurse and Pops were right about him being able to make it a couple days without his “breathers”.
By now it’s a little after 9 in the morning, and we are all worse for the wear. As we go through the gate, we see the sign saying that a few of the campsites are still available. The Ranger lady says, “Old faithful is only about 30 minutes away just go south”. We weren’t sure how much time we would have, considering our predicament, so we headed straight for Old Faithful. But wait, there’s something steaming along the way. Lets stop there first!
We loaded back up and were on our way to see the most popular geyser of Yellowstone; Old Faithful. Finding parking was a bit more challenging than we had anticipated, not that the Harvy the RV is too big, its just that the place is FULL of cars and people! We get the wheelchair back out, load Papa up and begin heading in the direction that we think Old Faithful is. Suddenly far above the buildings I see water shooting straight up into the sky, it was happening and we were missing it! Not knowing how often it erupts, I begin running, pushing Pops in his chair towards the action, we were still in the parking lot so we had to hurry! As we approach the sidewalk there is lowered area designed for what you would think would be wheelchairs, so I am still running and not until we’re almost on it do I realize there is still a lip on the sidewalk, WHOA, the front wheels slam into the cement and the momentum begins to pull Pops forward lifting him out of his seat. With all my strength I pull back on the handles, trying to prevent him from flying out of the wheelchair onto the cemented sidewalk. As quick as he was lifted out of the seat, he falls back down into the chair, WHEW! Crisis averted. That was close, my bad, yikes. With the relief of nothing bad happening, I began laughing uncontrollably. It was only funny because it didn’t happen, yet there would have been never ending tears if it had happened. Note, never assume because it looks like it’s a dip or lip for wheelchairs that it will be a smooth transition.
Great stuff, we got to see a couple sights already, and Pops is still doing well, so onto getting a campsite for the night.
We didn’t really want to back track, so I suggested we do a loop and make it to Tower Fall campground. I’d read it was a good site, not many people and in a good location.
It took sooooo long to get there, probably 4 hours, seriously.
This park is no joke when it comes to how big it is and how much driving there is involved.
We made it to Tower Fall
The campground was on the other side of the road and by the time we got there it was 4 pm, the sign said the campground was full. According to the map, there were 2 other campgrounds within the vicinity. We decided we’d try and hope for the best.
There was no vacancy’s and there’s no sleeping on the side of the road in your RV. There was no cell service to even see if the other first come first served campgrounds were full, and to drive another two hours just to find out that there’s no spaces available would be awful. Needless to say, thats what we did and the other two were full as well. With our tail between our legs we reluctantly exit Yellowstone at the Northeast Entrance and stop in the town of Cooke City. Dad was getting hungry and suggested getting something to eat. We stopped into a Bistro, sat down, looked at the menu, and the prices and thus opted to just make sandwiches in the RV. Yes, after she had brought us waters, we just stood up and walked out. Glad we did too, especially after reading other peoples reviews!
We now had to figure out where we were going to be able to stay for the night, or should we just go home? We even talked about just driving up to Glacier National Park. We’d been driving so much, and had no where to stay the night. Our bad, for wanting to see sights before snagging a campsite! Arg, lesson learned. We decide to just head East, sooner or later maybe we’d find a place to park for the night. Not any sooner had we went up a hill out of the town of Cooke, there was a beautiful brown sign saying Gallatin National Forest campground and it wasn’t full! We all sighed with relief, thanked the good Lord and put er in park for the night. The campgrounds come available again at 7 in the morning at Yellowstone and we weren’t going to miss this opportunity a second time. We were all ready to go at 5:30 in the morning, Pops was still feeling pretty good so off we went to get a campsite for the night in the park.
Along our way towards Tower Fall campground again to check for vacancy, we see Pebble Creek campground is still full, as is Slough (pronounced slow)Creek campground. Yikes, well, worst case scenario we drive back in the evening and stay in the same place from the night before. We were passing the part of Yellowstone called Lamar Valley, well known for the best area to see wildlife, and we thought that all the people who were out of their cars with the super fancy massive lenses, were taking pictures of bison. I even said, “Wow, what is it about the bison that would make them all stop at the same spot to take pictures?”
We later learned there are wolves and bears that frequent the area as well, and that’s what they were probably photographing.
We were so involved with how big they were and the cuteness of the babies, we didn’t think to ask the people in crowds what they were looking at.
After the bison took their time crossing the road, and giving us ample time to take some pictures, we were ready to find our campsite. Not more than 2 miles down the road Pops says, “Antelope!”. What? Really? We pull over and turn around to see them standing on the side of the road, in the wild, in real life, ANTELOPE! That was a first for all of us.
So happy to have seen wildlife, we load back up and head for our campground, at Tower Fall. Finally we arrived at the campground, grateful to see there’s not a sign saying FULL, we drive up the road to check out which site we would like. It was small, sites were really close together and we felt cramped just driving through the campground. It was not what we’d hoped it to be, so after seeing the sights around the area we decided to try and stay somewhere between things we still wanted to see.
Our next stop would be Indian Creek Campground!
Finally, a place to call ours for a day! What to do now? Go see the stuff of course! Off we went to check out Mammoth Hot Springs! Pops opted to hang out at the campsite, relax in his chair and keep the bears away.
After driving another few minutes a beautiful waterfall caught our attention.
Onto check out what all the steam was about at Mammoth Hot Springs.
Be prepared, because depending on where you start, there is A LOT of walking involved, and A LOT of stairs. When it was all said and done, we walked up and down half a mountain. Walking up, I was so focused on just making it to the top I didn’t realize how steep it was. On our way back down, we were passing people going up and we could see the determination in their faces, the wondering of how much further and hear their labored rhythmic breathing as they worked their way up the stairs. We headed back to camp after all that adventure for much needed relax time.
After having a couple hours of down time we took the bikes out for a ride around our campground.
Dinner time and we were going to make hamburgers on the new charcoal grill Mitch got. Wait, we have to assemble it? Oh no! I opted instead for ramen noodles, I was too hungry to wait.
Finally, camping! We started a fire, roasted marshmallows, and enjoyed the night.
Things were working out well.
Pops was still feeling pretty good!
We made plans for the next day to get up early once again in hopes to see more wildlife, check out a couple more sights and then head back home in the afternoon. Getting to bed early, we were all ready for a good nights sleep, and turning the heater on since it had gotten in the 40’s at night already. We wake around 4 in the morning to Charlie whining, his nails clicking on the flooring as he paced, there was another noise we weren’t familiar with, a rhythmic fast paced sound. We get up to see pops sitting on the steps of the RV with the door open, trying to catch his breath so he could go outside and have a cigarette. Yes, even though he couldn’t breathe, all he could think about what having a smoke. Thankfully he didn’t fight me when I took it from his hands and helped him back into the RV. No time to waste, we gotta get pops home. Dad slowed his breathing, relaxed and fell back to sleep while we were driving home. Frantic in my head, think and knowing that there are millions of people with COPD, there has to be someone willing to give him a shot of their inhaler! While I am going through any and all options if he has an asthma attack, I just keep praying that the Lord helps us through this time. We stop at a gas station along the way and I get a cup of ice and begin making small talk with a lady getting coffee also. I decided to ask her if she knew of any all natural ways to help relief symptoms of COPD and tell her our story. She wasn’t familiar with any all natural ways but she did have a nebulizer in her car!!! She’d gotten it when she had pneumonia last year and kept it with her just in case. Yes, a complete stranger, sharing much needed medicine to help us out!
Thank you Besty! You saved the day, bless your kind heart for helping us, we were in dire need.
Thankfully, being the reliable wonderful man Mitch is, he drove the whole way home after a long three day vacation while everyone was out like a light.
Many years have passed here in Spokane, Washington when the weather turns from hot to freezing cold and we are deprived of the wonderful in-between seasons. I am beyond happy to report that this year we have gotten all four seasons, and fall hasn’t been forgotten by mother nature. Papa and I decided to go to Manito Park to soak up all the splendid colors.
The temperature has gradually cooled down giving the leaves a chance to change colors before falling.
There are many other gardens at Manito Park and it’s all FREE!