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My mind is whirring with a lot of unpleasantness. Perhaps yours is, too. There’s a lot of ugliness going on …
24 Saturday Oct 2020
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My mind is whirring with a lot of unpleasantness. Perhaps yours is, too. There’s a lot of ugliness going on …
24 Tuesday Oct 2017
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Fall—Autumn—whatever you call it. I call it my favorite time of the year. It means long nights of peaceful slumber, …
21 Wednesday Sep 2016
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Early snows usher fall into the Idaho mountains. During my night of camping at Redfish Lake, rain translated into a …
03 Saturday Nov 2012
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The colors, the Saturday Farmer’s Market, and my eagerness to play with my new phone lured me out today. The …
17 Sunday Oct 2010
Posted Everything else, Travel & Adventure
inSo I put more miles on my car than I do on my feet. For one week a year, I shove my gas consumption phobia under the rug. I queue up a recorded book on my I-pod and gaze hungrily at the map for unexplored terrain, of which there is always plenty.
I explored several side roads which lead me to some ridges with awesome views. At one point, I saw a sign for Pittsburgh Landing, a famous put in for Snake River boating excursions. I’ve always wanted to see the place, but I balked at the additional 50 mile round trip of dirt road driving. Maybe next year. Instead I headed for Windy Saddle, the hikers’ put in for the Seven Devils. I’d been there years ago and knew the vista was stunning.
The first third of paved road gave way to graded gravel. The higher I went, the more hunting rigs clung to tiny patches of flat land; one camp was set up inside a hairpin turn and spilled out on the other side of the road, horses on one side, kitchen on the other side, dust everywhere.
The Seven Devils hide from view until the road pops out at the top of the saddle. Suddenly the granite peaks leap into view, jutting arrogantly from the spine of the mountain range. I went as far as the road goes and then hiked to Heaven’s Gate Lookout, hoping for a legend to the peaks that mark the Salmon, the Snake, and the Imnaha drainages. The lookout was closed and there was no map or legend. But the view was enchanting.