Sat. AM, direct (at 10,500', about as high as I've been all year) from Inkom to Sandpoint, which takes you over the Frank Church the long way, then the Selway-Bitterroot wildnerness, what the hell I was flying to a FREE breakfast and didn't want to be late. Over the middle of the most remote area I had a little malfunction, with the "Little John", don't know about the rest of you but I find it almost impossible to drain the sump sitting down, maybe it's easier with a yoke instead of a stick control? It was just a minor problem....I was just happy the engine kept running, and made a note (yet again) not to drink a pot of coffee before climbing in the plane for a 4+ hr leg.
The fly-in at Sandpoint was very well attended, and Airport Manager Dave was as nice as could be in very tactfully telling me landings on the grass are verboten, quite diplomatic. This is a ongoing thing for me: when on x-c's and going into small and medium airports, if I see a grassy area as wide and as long as the main runway (or narrower and shorter) I land there instead of the pavement to baby my Airstreaks and yeah it makes it a bit more interesting. Then and only then have I found that at a very few places it is not OK. I never ask WHY NOT, I just say "oh, didn't know, won't do it again", and I don't. However, I refuse to feel like I screwed up or anything by not landing on the pavement, especially when my landings are, in the case of Sandpoint maybe 150' or less rollout. BTW I'm talking here of mowed areas running alongside the main runway, so no traffic flow concerns, even at a busy fly-in, my landing was just offset maybe 30' to one side. I am starting a system: in my Flight Guide, a little X for "no grass landings".
Leaving Sandpoint I flew 8 miles or so to the Bird Museum. Look it up, and go there if possible. It was also free. Dr. Bird is right up there with Thomas Edison with the number of patents held, mostly medical related. Still going strong at 90 (and looks 65) it is unbelievable what this man has accomplished in one lifetime, and the museum, which you can taxi right up to, was the main reason I made the trip. My favorite item: an original swatch of fabric from the Vin Viz, the first plane to go coast to coast,in 1911! Also, the Cub he solo'd in at the age of 14!
Flying over Lake Pend Oreille the weather continued to be absolutely perfect, no wind and no bumps, even after reaching the canyon the Clark Fork River runs through, a perfect day. This private airpark is pretty unique, an airstrip on one side and the lake on the other, what a great setup!

A lot of gravel bars the next stretch of river made it tough to make any headway but I eventually made it to Thompsom Falls Mont. After yet again landing on the grass a local came up and we started talking, I mentioned the last time I was there in '87, I'd landed my ultralight on the island outside of town , blew up my raft, and rowed to town for gas. He says "I remember that", it turns out we'd met back then, small world for pilots I guess. A perfect xc stop, a classic beater loaner car, cheap gas and grocery store nearby, and friendly people. Local pilot Dave had just taken his Super Cub off floats, put 31" Bushwheels on, and was heading to Alaska in a week or so. Demonstrating my uncanny sense of direction, I told him to stop by my place on the way (300 miles south or so), duhhh, oh well it's the thought that counts.
I flew the narrow Clark Fork River canyon all the way to its confluence with the Blackfoot and Bitterroot rivers, now it was late afternoon, and still smooth air and light winds,where I hung a right and flew past Missoula (where a controller apparently was too busy (? it was dead) or lazy to advise an incoming plane I was very near to being in the way while transitioning the area, I finally, after waiting for him to ask my position and then advise the other plane, just made an open position report myself and the other pilot and I worked it out. I hate controlled airspace! On up and over the Lost Trail Pass back into Idaho (a light N. wind gave me some ridge lift so a very easy gain to the summit, and an immediate gradual descent back to more interesting levels, skirting Salmon and then setting down for the night in Leadore, another great stop with all you need (food, gas,beer) within walking distance, not even worth unfolding the bike. Sunday AM I had 60 miles of alluvial flow valley with 12 K peaks on either side to transit, and boy did I ever! This is very familiar country to me that I have been flying for over 30 years now, desolate, barren, and beautifull.

One last uphill off airport landing (my place) and I was home, 11.4 hrs, using 38 gallons of mo-gas in a day and a half, of some of the best scenary the West has to offer in pretty much glass smooth air.