On the Way to the Airport

 The Coeur d' Alene motel (for real) we opted to pass on.

As GAB was driving me to the Seatac airport for a 3:15 flight back home, she asked, "would you like me to drive you home?" It sounded like a great way to decompress after a rather trying few weeks, so I said: "yes."

GAB  turned the car around and drove back up to the Queen Anne Casa de Griggs to tell Betsy of our Change of Plans. It was priceless watching Betsy's face as she opened the door and did a double take, followed by her feigning a floor dropping faint. As her usual gracious self, Betsy invited us to spend the night with her and have one last girl's night.  Master O begged me to stay and babysit so he could watch a movie while his Mom and Dad have another date night.

Finally Master O told us we were running out of daylight and should start our travels. (Earlier that afternoon at Nature Kids, folks were calling him Mini-Kyle.)

So, off we went and ended up in Coeur d' Alene where all restaurants close at 9PM.

Deciding to pass on spending the night at the Bates Motel was a no brainer as we both needed to take showers.  FYI, if showers were not necessary, that motel is a haunted one and would have been a challenging stop in another sense. It has been reported ghostly activity happens in rooms 1 and 3.  Many guests continue to get creepy feelings in rooms 1 and 3, which include being watched, sudden cold sensations, strange noises and the like. They have also reported lights flickering on and off by themselves; ashtrays falling off the table and items changing positions by themselves without anybody touching them.

 

Bye, bye Nature Kids. I miss you all so much!