Adventure 657: Wallace RV Park/City Limits Brew Pub

Our third spring outing, this time a short, eighty-eight mile overnight jaunt from Spokane to Wallace, Idaho. We arrived without incident a little after noon, got Frac all settled in to site # 1. We then rode the Trail of the Coeur d' Alenes to Mullan, Idaho and back (@ 16 miles). We pressed through a mountain squall on the way back. The squall swirled the wind and dropped enough rain on us to give us a chill. We simply put the hammer down on our electric bikes and rooster tailed it back to the trailer. Judy took a hot shower, and afterwards, we took a walking tour of downtown Wallace. We enjoyed a fine pub style dinner after that at the City Limits. I enjoyed a nice porter with my burger and Judy guzzled a blond ale with her roast turkey sandwich. I did skunk her during dinner to take a one game lead in the Wallace open. Tomorrow we plan to ride the trail to Enaville and back, which will be somewhere around thirty-five miles. The weather tomorrow is supposed to be warmer, but at this elevation, who knows. At any rate, we're snuggled in next to a babbling brook. All seems quiet, and for sure, life is good, especially today.

This week is sort of a nostalgia tour for us. Judy and I explored the Cataldo Mission on our first date back in 1989. Friday, we'll head to Seattle to celebrate my 70th. We'll stay at the Westin Hotel, room 2031, where we spent our first weekend together thirty some years ago.

The City Limits offers excellent beer and good food. Worth a stop any time you're close.

Selfie of the day: Pre-squall grins.

Eight public stairways climb the hillside in Wallace.

Ride first, eat later.

This building, the phone company building, is one of many that are preserved by the historical register.

The summit of Fourth of July pass.

The old train station in Wallace, another of the historical buildings in town.

If a person were to scale all of the public stairways, it would be equivalent to climbing a 46 story building. 

This stoplight used to be Wallace's claim to fame, being the only stoplight on I-90. When the freeway bypass was completed in 1971, the town held a grand funeral complete with a horse drawn hearse and bagpipes. I'm sure mixed feelings still surround the issue. Regardless, the town itself is a mere shadow of its former self. Nonetheless, a resurgence of sorts has occurred in summer due to the popularity of the Hiawatha Rail Trail, so Wallace manages to hang on, history intact.