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I was up early and used a Park Tool patch kit given to me by Doug to fix my tubes. They were so much nicer to use than regular patches and seemed to work wonderfully. It’ll be interesting to see if they hold, but if they do then I can see myself buying a couple of packs of them.

Doug didn’t have to work so took us out in his car up Mt Schweitzer, the local ski resort. It wasn’t big, but had the feel of a place in the Alps. It would have been a bit of a climb and so was great to get a different view of the Sandpoint area. These are the kind of side trips that we don’t have the motivation to do by bike, but feel lucky when we are staying with someone willing to drive us round.

After Schweitzer we came back down and hung out around the house. Doug fed us again and then it was time to say farewell, but not until I’d got him out for a quick ride round the block on my bike.

A couple of hours of riding later we got to Oldtown and the border with Washington. I was looking for a welcome sign but C’s eagle eyes saw it first. It was up with the road signs by some lights making it kinda hard to get our regular picture. We’ll have to hope to get one when we leave the state to either British Columbia or Oregon as the montage I’m going to make at the end of the US won’t work without one for each state we went to.

10-15 miles into Washington and I noticed my back tyre going down again. Thankfully it wasn’t one of my Park Tool patches failing, but yet another small hole that my Town & Country tyre couldn’t handle. It wasn’t going down that quickly and we weren’t far from Cusick, so I just did my pump, ride, pump strategy a few times. That was the cause of my earlier tyre failure back on the way to Kalamazoo, but I’ve got a spare tyre in my pannier ready to replace it when it does give up on me.

We got to Cusick and found a fairground campground. For some reason I had assumed it would be free, but seeing a sign asking for $10 combined with not getting an answer from the caretaker made us decide we would head into town first. Cusick, home to about 200 people, had a couple of streets and we were just planning to find someone out and to ask them where we could camp. C spotted a group of people outside having a party and asked them. They told us about a park by the river and so we headed over.

There was a big sign saying that camping was prohibited. I was about to turn around when C saw Mike, a guy with a pickup truck and a couple of dogs. She walked over, explained our situation and he immediately told us about his ranch a few miles up the road that he would drive us to. We put our things in his truck and he drove us over where we cleaned up, spent the night talking and ended up sleeping on our mats in the back of his van!

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