I'm with the shut-the-f***-up posse

Well I finally wrestled the blog back from Sara.

Where were we? Oh, yeah, on our way to Post Falls. We got to Post Falls, and Idaho wasn't the place to stay. The camp sites were basically gravel truck stops on the highway. We ended up in Riverview (Riverside?) state park, Spokane. We stayed for two very nice days, and met some wonderful people from B.C. (Donna and Dave) who had a funny little dog that just had to show everyone she was boss. We also got a wonderful water color painting which is basically the only souveinor from our trip besides our pictures.

Our first day at Riverview started traveling around to several climbing locations. The first crag was beautiful -- Deep Creek. It had two problems. Neither of us had lead climbed in a while and the routes were pretty difficult overall. That and the abandoned vehicle, high centered with lights wearing down and a gun in the drivers seat. This made Sara pretty uncomfortable so we headed on to the next crag, Minnehaha. Unfortunately, like so many crags, the locals don't take care of the park. Lots of grafitti, dog poop, broken glass, and left over porn were around the park. We decided to move on, but at this point we were both kind of frustrated.

We finally headed to Post Falls again, and the park was great. We set a top rope and repeated the climb a couple of times. It was nice to be back on the rock. Friday, we leasuirely packed our camp and headed for Vantage. What we didn't know was "The Dave Matthew's Band" was performing at the Amphitheater. We let the sun set a bit, and did some evening climbing. This was pure genius.

As we settled down to sleep, the local youth and concert goers started to arrive at the Feathers camp ground. This isn't a state camp ground so there are no quiet hours, and the only care comes from those in the climbing community that want a safe place to climb. The feathers plays host to many non-climbers that use the grounds for there own personal party zone. Unfortunately, like many public crags often the partiers break bottles and leave crap all over the place.

We tried to get to sleep but the noise just grew. I wanted to walk over with a big baseball bat and say "I'm with the shut-the-f***-up posse." Had I actually done that, I probably would not be providing a blog update. Sara and I decided instead of staying awake until two AM, that we'd might as well just head home. So we wouldn't get to climb in the morning, but we'd get to sleep in our own bed. We scrambled to pack up the car, and started the three hour drive home at 10:00 PM. Sara was so tired, but I apparently was refreshed from the climbing earlier and got us in the house and to bed by two AM. I only sped a little. No really, I never went more than five over. And I only swerved off the road because when we packed up we brought along a few bugs -- I had to swat at them.

The road trip is over. We lounged around the house, went to the movies (saw 40 year old virgin -- hilarious) and overall just rested our bodies. This trip was amazing. I have lots of pictures and I'm planning on getting them up somewhere to share. I cannot wait until our next road trip.