Stumbling off the train at 0240 in the morning, I wouldn’t have had a clue what to do if I hadn’t talked to the hotel desk earlier.
Yes, there is a cab in Sandpoint and he does pick up at the train station. Considering that we were the only ones disembarking (?) and no one was boarding the platform was extremely quiet. In fact, it looked like your typical small mountain town with the street rolled up after dark.
It took but a few minutes to be dropped off at La Quinta and go face down on the bed.
It took hunger to wake us up and force us out of the motel. The down is around 7k. There is a weaving studio called Blue Flag owned by a wonderful woman and filled with weaving yarns and wonderful hand turned shuttles.
There is Foster’s Crossing Antiques and Gifts which is home to a great variety of people including snacks and a yarn store. I would point you to a website – Charlie doesn’t have one. Great and friendly knitters – including Carolyn who has designed an amazing number of interesting hats. Or perhaps it makes sense given winters, wind and Idaho.
We ended the day by wandering through various outdoor equipment shops. On the way I also took a look around Coldwater Creek’s retail outlet (firm is based here) but didn’t go upstairs to their wine bar.
The sidewalks do roll up about 2100 or sooner…..