have a
bucket list.. Couldn’t think of anything I really
;ike to do,
except maybe ride my bike on the Bypass
Trail…
I had the
day to myself… Can’t remember when I had
one so
totally to me.. So I figured I would
head out with
camera in
hand.. maybe take pictures of all the fisherman
fishing for
the big fish for the K-K Derby that is in our
area. But after a trip almost to Clark
Fork … on highway
200… there
was not one fisherman, not one boat.. Must
be down the
other end of the lake.
So I headed
back to Sandpoint..went down the Bypass and
entered
Sandpoint going to the beach area. Just
before
you enter
the beach area… there is two roads. One takes
you to the
depot for the train… the other takes you to the
Water Treatment
Plant. That is the one I chose. Because
you see
there is a walking trail.. Pend Oreille Trail. It is
fairly
new.. about 3 years. What I like, just
as you go to the first
bend is the
mill ruins. There is cement foundation where the
mill use to
be. There is a lot of graffiti on the
land side. But
out towards
the water, there are forms that you can walk
among and
even under. In the winter they are totally exposed.
But with
the rains, the water has come up some what. So I
took
picture of the ruins… and some of the newer graffiti.
As I stood
there taking the pictures, I looked down the
Trail. I
have never walked it. I took a picture
of the
beginning…
and thought.. that would be a good bucket
list
item. Maybe when my daughter and I do a
day
together we
could do that.
Then I saw
a table and bench area just beyond the beginning
of that
trail, just over a tiny hill. So I figured I would
walk down
there and take some more pictures. And
do
it another
day.. But then I thought why not try to
go
down more..
I walked about 1/3 of a mile to a stack of
rocks that
had people’s names on it as they did donations
to the
trail. After taking a bunch of pictures.. I thought..
why not go
a little further.. maybe go enough until I
could go
back, if I was getting tired or hurting. I came
across a
woman and a man.. I asked him, how far was
it down to
the end.. that I had never walked it before. He
told me..
that the path was 1 and half miles…and I had
gone about
a little more than a third. We bide our
good
bye’s after
I told them, I thought I would go a little further,
but would
wait until my daughter could join me.. At 77,
you never
know if you are going to get into trouble. They
said to
enjoy myself. And off I went.. Totally
thinking
I would go
a little further..
I walked
and took pictures from different views. Across
the lake,
rocks, logs, and etc. And the benches with also
natures
benches of cut logs. I took a long shot,
and thought.
do this… So
off I kept walking. Taking pictures of babbling
water
coming off the hill…. Of the train going by, with the
sign on the
trail telling all of us, not to go any further, as it
Was
railroad property with the rail above.. Do not enter.
I must be
at least half way if not more.. And then said.. I can
do this…
After
walking for quite some time and still feeling good,
I came
across a sign… it said…YOU ARE HERE!!...
Showing the
map of where I was.. with about 100 feet
from the
end. YAHOO.. YAHOO.. I was thrilled. I
walked
to the gate
that said it was private property .. do not enter.
I HAD MADE
IT… YAHOOL… so then I came up with
the great
idea… take a ROCKY jump picture.. so I got my
camera out
to find the timer… so I could put it on the
rock.. As
much as I could go thru it.. I couldn’t find it.
Then I saw
one that said format.. maybe that one.. Well
It was not
that one.. as when I went to get out of it.. it clicked.
IT HAD
REMOVED ALL THE PICTURES I HAD TAKEN.
EVERY
SINGLE ONE!! Saying NO IMAGES.. my heart
sank.. Why
is it when I do erase my pictures it ask me..
Do you want
to erase these… it doesn’t not do it in the
Format
area?
So I stood
up… and figured.. I did this.. I walked the mile
and half..
and I feel good, and I am going to walk it back
to the car…
another mile and half.. I am not going to let
this get me
down. So I took pictures of everything I
could
remember what I had taken before… And later
arrived
back to the car… Still feeling good.
Still feeling
great that
at the age of 77, I still could do it. See I use
to walk a
lot. Always have since I was a kid. But the past
two years I
haven’t walk hardly at all.. except in a mall
or
store. SO I was PROUD OF MYSELF… I DID
IT.
Thank you
God, for keeping this old body going.
So after this
long post, here are some pictures. Hope
you enjoy
them as much as I did taking them. And
walking..
Next time I go, I want to go on a clear day.
So I can
get all the mountains, that you can’t see well
here in the
clouds.
This bucket
list item…. DONE….
the I CAN DO THIS... moment
this is the Mill ruins water side
the old mill ruins... land side... with graffitii which changes from time to time.
the is the graffitti on the upper ruins... the one below looks like a skull
looking across the lake
At the end.. telling about the old mill and etc..
at the end of the trail...
looking back at Sandpoint with zoom lens
this is the sign that brought me joy.... this is 100 feet from the end.. stating you are here....
YOU ARE HERE.........YAHOO
this is the sign at the beginning of the path.. showing where you are at the start..and where you end
this is the Mill ruins water side
the old mill ruins... land side... with graffitii which changes from time to time.
the is the graffitti on the upper ruins... the one below looks like a skull
looking across the lake
At the end.. telling about the old mill and etc..
at the end of the trail...
looking back at Sandpoint with zoom lens
this is the sign that brought me joy.... this is 100 feet from the end.. stating you are here....
YOU ARE HERE.........YAHOO
this is the sign at the beginning of the path.. showing where you are at the start..and where you end
1 comment:
Good job, Cis. We amaze ourselves at times, especially as we get older, discovering that we can achieve a whole lot more than we think we can do. Proud moment for you, along with some nice pictures!
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