I suppose I'd have stayed if I didn't have a healthy deposit on the bear hunt and if my friends weren't counting on me to go. It was only with a little reluctance that I loaded up in the rig with Shaun and we headed out for different mountains and new adventures.
Idaho, like many of the mountain states, is diverse in it's topography. It's sure not all potato country and we saw lots of wheat growing in fields of immense proportion.
The rocks were different as well. They looked almost black in many areas, making me think that maybe they held iron deposits. I may never know, but it was food for thought on the tedious road north.
At last we hove into Kamiah (Kam-ee-eye)where rooms awaited at the Lewis and Clark Motel. A lot of the history of this country has to do with the exploits of the explorers.
Shaun was sure we'd gotten the same room they'd had on their journey, but I doubted it. :D
We'd meet the guys that we'd spend the week in camp with at the motel and they all proved to be fine companions.
PV from Mass. and Ty Green and his son Ty... don't think that didn't make for a little confusion from time to time.
The two Ty's were rifle hunting and Paul V. was a dedicated traditional bowhunter and bowyer of no mean skill.
We all got along just fine and shared many laughs around the camp house.
Ty senior is a very gifted banjo player from way back and we often sat on the camp porch while he played a host of great music.... it sure did fit the scene.
Topic: Lemon drops, mountain tops, and bears. (Read 1603 times)
