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Excerpts from a Tour of Idaho, #35

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I arrive in McCall greeted by unseasonably cool and wet weather and meet the Camp Director. He apologizes for an empty camp and the rain, both not ideal for our reason for being here. The empty camp was expected because of COVID. The weather, which started as a dry and hot spring has turned into a wetter and cooler one. It is decided to make the most of it by taking a few photos around camp then making our way to the marsh. After hiking a ways in the marsh, the rain is coming down harder and I find a place to rest in the company of a large boulder poking through the brush and a single stem of small yellow flowers.

Rain on the marsh pond…
Its fragrance soaks the forest,
Dripping from the pines

2

The Hotel in Idaho Falls is very crowded. There is a softball tournament happening this weekend! I like baseball in all forms and it is fun to see the gear and the excitement of the young players. However, a nervousness prevails at the lack of physical distancing in the hotel hallways as I am thrust into an energetic mask-less crowd.

Faintly seeing through
The dusty hotel window…
The bird’s morning song.

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In Tetonia, a person I met at the facility guides us to a nice spot on the edge of the canyon above the Teton River. In the distance, the Grand Tetons rise into the clouds. It was a good start to our visit at this location; to see a favorite spot of someone who, when asked, “Where are you from?” answered, “Just down the road.” It struck me that someone could spend their entire life in one place and be content. It felt to me the landscape was part of him and he part of the landscape.

In the summer sun…
The ancient basalt surfaces,
Whispering their tales.

4

A drive through the Salmon River Canyon from Stanley to Salmon:

The humming of tires,
Fading into the spectrum…
Canyon’s evening light.

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Arriving in Salmon the streets are empty. It is after dinner and the summer sun is shining late on the longest day of the year. I stop and ask directions to the Stagecoach Inn. Two patrons keeping their physical distance banter back and forth until they are sure of its location. I am grateful for their kindness and find the hotel easily. I inquire about a riverside room and am awarded one because it is a slow night. Another reason to be grateful! I unpack some food and sit on the balcony over looking the grassy shore and the Salmon River. A man wearing a protective mask walks his dog to river’s edge and for a moment they both stand in the rushing river’s silence.

I wake early and returning to the balcony, enjoy a warm breakfast in the cool morning air.

Over the mountains,
Peaks the morning summer sun,
Dancing with the leaves!

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On the last day of the journey I drive through rain along the Clearwater River. It the first rain since day one in McCall. The fog rising from the river and skirting the mountain ridges reflects the evening sun. This has a settling effect after a week of many miles and long days. Arriving home I am too tired to do much else but sleep. In the morning I wake up early and smile.

Striking its own chord…
In rhythm with weed eaters…
Cricket’s morning song.

Wenaha River Hike, #32

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Day 1

We begin our hike from Elk Creek Flat Trailhead. My friend Will, his dog Zivon, and I are taking our first hike of the season to the Wenaha River which flows 2000 ft. below. It is the warmest day of this spring’s season and I can feel the heat as we descend. We are welcomed by many wildflowers in bloom: Alsike Clover, Creeping Barberry, Fringecups, Larkspur, and Lupin just to name a few. As we get closer to the Wenaha, we come upon many downed trees across the trail. Some are a challenge for use to climb over or go around.

On this warm spring day…
Flowing about blooming stones,
The creek hums a song

We arrive at the Wenaha. Our intention is to wade or find a log to cross the river, but as we arrive, the river’s current is too fast and deep. We decide to set up camp and look for a crossing in the morning.

Day 2

We enjoy breakfast next to an old campfire ring. After eating we scout up and down the river for a possible crossing, but do not find any. During our scout I find more blossoms: Prairie Smoke, Meadow Salsify, Miner’s Lettuce, and Virginia Waterleaf. We discuss hiking back up today and driving to the headwaters of the Wenaha to hike in from there. However, we decide to stay enjoy this area on the banks of the river.

The Yellow Goat’s Beard…
In the day’s conversations,
Does not flinch an inch!

Late in the afternoon the winds pick up; we get some thunder and rain. I put on my rain gear and make dinner. The rain stops about the same time I finish eating. I find myself appreciating quick dry clothing and a good raincoat. Will’s dog Zivon is not feeling well. We think about hiking back up, but decide a hike up would be too challenging for all.

Day 3

The thunder clapping…
Brings gusts of warm and cold winds
Into the night’s dreams

After the night’s rain, the air is fresh and cool. Zivon is feeling better and again lively! Will and I are both relieved. After eating we pack and head up the canyon back to the trailhead.

 

Peaking between leaves,
I find two blooming Orchids,
Who catch me spying!

From the forest floor…
A hole in the canopy,
finds the wild rose.

On our drive home, we enjoy the many conversations.

Palouse prairie, #27

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I walk up the north side of Palouse Ridge through mud and puddles. Spring makes itself evident on side of the road. I pass Wild Cherry, Nineleaf Biscuitroot, and Common Cowparsnips. At the top of the ridge, the road dries out. I come out of the trees and am greeted by a blanket of purple Larkspur spotted with golden Arrowleaf Balsamroot. After a time, I begin my walk back to the trailhead where I find an old fallen tree bent over a rock, it reminds me of broken bones. In its shade grows Angular Solomon’s Seal. I am not sure if this plant is native or not. 

Lying over stone
Old tree trunk bent and fractured
Nourished spring flowers

Note: Paradise Ridge is one of the few remnants of original Palouse prairie. Most of these locations are preserved through land trusts, for which I am grateful. These remnants make up 1% of the Palouse. Most of the remaining 99% is dry farmland. Because there are places where native Palouse prairie exists gives me faith the natural landscape can return; that we can share this land with the native plants and peoples in harmony with our need to grow food.

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