Route to Sandpoint

The A on the map is Bayview; the B is Sandpoint. Sandpoint is about 25 miles north of Bayview, both places being on Lake Pend Oreille. My cousin Joan, her husband Barry, and Alan’s daughter Ginnie decided to come along on a trip to Sandpoint. First, we had breakfast––delicious and fattening––at Terry’s.

Route to Sandpoint

On the Way to Sandpoint

My GPS lady instructed us to make a right turn from Bayview, but we were sure that she was wrong and we took a left turn, as that was to the road that I had taken to and from Bayview the last two days. Actually, we discovered later, both the GPS lady and we were right, but the GPS lady knew of a shorter route. Barry sat in the front passenger seat, so he had the assignment of taking photos enroute using Eddie’s camera. Photo: On the way to Sandpoint. (Barry’s photo)

On the Way to Sandpoint

On the Way to Sandpoint

Crossing a bridge over Lake Pend Orielle. View to the left. (Barry’s photo)

On the Way to Sandpoint

On the Way to Sandpoint

View on the right. (Barry’s photo)

On the Way to Sandpoint

Arriving at Sandpoint

Entering the town of Sandpoint. Sandpoint is a year–round resort and artists’ community. It’s population was under 7,000 at the 2000 census. (Barry’s photo)

Arriving at Sandpoint

Sandpoint

Downtown Sandpoint––many cafes, shops, and art galleries. The buildings look like they are from another era, but I couldn’t find information about their ages except for one building––photo later on.

Sandpoint

Sandpoint

Another view of downtown Sandpoint.

Sandpoint

Sandpoint

The flagship store for Coldwater Creek is in this 1902 building. The inside of the store wasn’t much bigger than the Coldwater Creek store in Pasadena and there were no sales going on. Also, there was no outlet store for them in Sandpoint. We asked one of the salespeople as to where we could catch the boat cruise around Lake Pend Oreille (one of the main reasons we took the trip up here). He wasn’t sure and called up the operator, but was told that the boat was in for maintenance for two days and wouldn’t be running again until Wednesday. We also asked where the bridge stores were and he directed us across the street.

Sandpoint

Sandpoint

The Cedar Street Bridge Public Market. This was formerly a bridge over Sand Creek, which was renovated into a two–level structure patterned after the Ponte Vecchio bridge in Florence, Italy, according to the guide books. I could see little resemblance to the Ponte Vecchio except for the idea of stores over a bridge. I took this photo from a viewpoint we reached via an overgrown dirt path on the side of the creek.

Sandpoint

Sandpoint

Inside the Cedar Street Bridge Public Market. However, it is again undergoing renovation and only a few stores and eateries were open. That’s Ginnie looking for a great store for us to visit.

Sandpoint

Sandpoint

Ginnie found one where this very interesting scupture was hanging on a wall. Now you know what you can do with those extra tools you have lying around. Cost of sculpture: $45.00.

Sandpoint

Sandpoint

View of Sand Creek taken from the Public Market.

Sandpoint

Sandpoint

From the left: Joan, Barry, and Ginnie with the Public Market in the background.

Sandpoint

Back to Bayview

We had lunch at a cafe in Sandpoint and then headed back to Bayview. We passed this herd of buffalo on our way to Sandpoint but were going too fast to get a photo. I slowed down on the way back. Barry wanted to take his own photo with his camera, so he gave Ginnie his photo–taking assignment. I ask you, “How often do you see a buffalo herd grazing on the side of the road.” We were thrilled. (Ginnie’s photo)

Back to Bayview

Back to Bayview

Blow–up of Ginnie’s photo.

Back to Bayview

Back to Bayview

We followed the GPS lady’s instructions to take the shorter road back to Bayview and came upon these grazing sheep. (Ginnie’s photo)

Back to Bayview

Back to Bayview

This sheep had a bird roosting on its back.

Back to Bayview

Back at Bayview

A flock of geese came to visit us when we got back to Bayview.

Back at Bayview

Back at Bayview

Another view of the geese.

Back at Bayview

Back at Bayview

A closer–up view of the geese.

Back at Bayview

Back at Bayview

Closer–up view of the babies.

Back at Bayview

Back at Bayview

View of the marina through a fence.

Back at Bayview

Brig Museum

Jeannie, Alan’s wife, just got back from visiting the Brig Museum, a couple of miles away in Farragut State Park. She recommended that we visit it, so Alan drove a group of us to the museum.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

The outside of the Brig Museum. This brig was part of the 4,000–plus acre Farragut Naval Training Station that was used as a seaman training facility during World War II––293,381 naval recruits got their basic training here. The Brig is almost all that is left of the Farragut base.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

The Brig was used from 1942–1946 to imprison naval offenders.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

Inside the Brig.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

Portrait of FDR on the wall going into the museum. Edi

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

“Damn the Torpedos, Full Speed Ahead” display. The Farragut Naval Training Station was named in honor of the first admiral of the U.S. Navy, David Glasgow Farragut, who fought in the Civil War battle of Mobile Bay. Farragut was the commander who yelled, “Damn the torpedos! Full speed ahead!” to encourage his fleet into battle.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

Seabag Contents List given to the new naval recruits.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

The seabag contents. It looks like the uniform Eddie had on when I first met him––he was in the naval reserves. My cousins’ father also served in the U.S. Navy. Maybe this is why we all found the Brig Museum so interesting as it was bringing back many memories for us.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

Not a photo in the museum, but a photo of Eddie when I first met him. I found this photo only a few months ago in a group of his sister’s photos. Handsome fellow.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

Display of sailor knots.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

One of the cells.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

Pillow case cover to send home to Mom and Dad, reading: “Mother and Dad. No one knows but Mother and Dad about the smiles and tears we’ve had. No other is willing and glad to share whatever we have of joy or care.”

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

The “Front Page––A Collection of Historical Headlines from the Los Angeles Times” was opened to these two pages.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

Better view of the right–side page.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

I leafed through the book to find some other interesting pages.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

The left–side column of this page headline reads “New Move for Peace in Studio Strike.” Ah, more was going on in the world, at least in LA, than just World War II.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

When I realized that this book was of front pages of the LA Times, my home city newspaper, I flipped ahead in time to see what else I could find of interest: The headline for Wednesday, January 12, 1949, the day that Los Angeles really had snow––an extremely rare occurrence. Eddie lived in LA then and often told me of that surprising day and of playing in the snow in front of his house. Cousin Joan also remembered the day very clearly.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

Another day clear in the memory of the people of LA––however, this was not a 1990’s headline but one from Monday, July 21, 1952, the day of the 7.3 Bakersfield earthquake. Eddie also told me about being awaken by his bed rocking and the walls swaying. Cousin Joan also remembered all the shaking going on that day. Oddly, my family was in Fresno, California, that very day on a cross–country trip. I remember some shaking, but then I didn’t know what an earthquake was and so wasn’t at all concerned.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

A newspaper headline in a wall display. In late 1944, German prisoners of war began to arrive at Farragut. The camp held up to 750 POWs. The POWs worked side by side with the recruits as bakers, groundskeepers, cooks, and general laborers. Some also worked on farms in Boise, Idaho. Surprisingly, the only photos of the camp in operation (which are displayed in the museum) were taken by a German POW, who had given a roll of film to another German POW, who then donated it to the museum.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

A 1942 Peter Pirsch Fire Engine “Triple” with hose, pump, and ladder in the Brig Museum courtyard.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

A 1938 Ford Work Truck, also in the courtyard.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

The Veteran’s Plaza outside the museum.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

The face of this sailor is described as having “the serious gaze of the sailor serving his country with pride.” (Note the white footprints––more about them later.)

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

Actually, I think this sailor looks psycho. Notice that his skin is not smooth––see next photo.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

There are many smaller faces of recruits on the sailor’s face.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

View of the back of the sailor’s neck.

Brig Museum

Brig Museum

Close–up of the footprints––there are 29 sets in all. They represent sailors in formation and at attention, commemorating the numbers (in tens of thousands) of the men trained at Farragut.

Brig Museum

On the Way Back to Bayview

This deer was in the middle of the road on our way back to Bayview, drinking from a puddle. Barry caught this photo.

On the Way Back to Bayview

Bayview

Back at Bayview––Wow, what a difference the sun makes.

Bayview

Bayview

We can see clearly all the way over to the other side of the harbor.

Bayview

Bayview

We ended the day with a dinner at a seafood restaurant in Bayview. Photo: Sunset over Bayview. Another very good day for me.

Bayview