One of the halfway house gang for a night

Today, I biked along roads with beautiful views of like Pend Oreille Lake, then along the Cabinet gorge reservoir. I had a wonderful sandwich and pastry at the Clark. Fork Market Lastly, I biked along the rolling hills next to the bull river all nestled among the the mountains in the background.There was a freedom and joy ofThe temperature being just right, my bike was working. Well. My body wasn’t complaining much. It was a beautiful day.I i finished it off at a wonderful bar and grill called the halfway house called that because it is halfway between highway 200 and the town of troy. It is where all the locals gatherThey gossiped about a lady who is the widow of a man who owns the most property in the area. ” Now, I know you told me that she is a b and a c. So she complained about the service after having several drinks and much food and only gave a five dollar tip on 3 hundred dollars tab. Do you know if her house was on fire I would turn on my garden hose and point the water the other direction.” Said jennifer the bartender and owner. There was a lot of other drama on which I didn’t quite comprehend and was entertaining.At a table outside, I was told by a nice group of people that I didn’t need to lock up my bike, because no one will steal it in face. In fact, most of the cars in the parking lot, still had the keys in the ignition. We had a wonderful conversation and for a night, I was one of them, a resident of the halfway house. I camped in the backyard of the halfway house.