Monday, 4-26-10
The night at Beaver Lodge is freezing-ass cold, one of the coldest we have ever spent camping. I have pulled my fuzzy headband over my ears and nose to keep them from becoming numb during the night. In the morning we warm ourselves with our usual cup of hot mocha mix. A slight drizzle begins to fall.
As we drive down the highway I call the gas station in Electric City and a very nice man named “Don” says he will mail our gas cap to our home. We are glad to know it will be there when we return. In the meantime, the white rag hangs out of our gas tank.
We drive north toward the tiny town of Tiger, WA. We pass through a forest of pine trees that seem to have some kind of black oozing blight. The forest looks sickly.
We enter Idaho and drive to Coeur d’Alene – the name French traders gave to the local Indians meaning, “shrewd traders.” We decide to take a walk along their “floating boardwalk” but discover it is closed and under repair. Maybe next time.
Again we drive, this time south to Palouse, WA, in the heart of the famous wheat fields of eastern Washington. Once sand dunes, nature has worked her magic and they are now some of the largest producing grain fields in the world: wheat, barley, lentils and dried peas. The entire area is known as “the Palouse” and is widely photographed. It is getting late and we drive on, looking for a place to camp.
We end up at Boyer Campground on the Snake River. We are just below the Lower Granite Lock and Dam (photo below). The wind is blowing, it is cold, and guess what, it is starting to rain. I fix my signature dinner: canned chicken vegetable soup with the last of our crusty bakery bread.
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