We were really trying to climb Red Mountain, but that
road was closed. And John hadn't checked.
So instead, we drove over the pass towards Bear Valley. Leaving the
road, we found a secluded spot to car camp.
After setting up camp, we stalked elk for a while. Then came libations. |
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| The next morning was quite cold. We sat in the sun with
our blankies. This one was a birth present from our good friend Allison,
who would be thrilled to know Jasmine still has it (note the tatters). |
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| We hiked up the road, then bushwhacked up through some
snow fields. The summit, however, was bare and dry. Jasmine claimed
it for her own. |
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No, your computer is not falling off the desk. Jasmine took this,
and we couldn't see any reason to alter the masterwork of a 5-year old. |
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Then it was time to head back to the truck. Bear Valley is about 1000'
below us.
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| When we returned to the campsite, it was wonderfully warm.
However, Jasmine was startled, then angry, at just how cold the water
was. |
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We drove out through Cape Horn, spotting these sandhill cranes just
off the road. We used to see these in Wisconsin, and had no idea they
liked Idaho's high country.
But then again, who wouldn't? |
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