The Lower Salmon is local for us. You just can’t see it from the road – or the highway at least. It was an easy trip down to Lone Pine Bar outside of Cottonwood one fall morning. We found a nice campground, white sand beaches, salmon spawning in the gravel and chukars clucking on the hills.
We didn’t come home with a sample of the salmon or the chukar but it was good to find them there. Maybe next time.
Fall was still hanging on, frost in the mornings, and limited sun as you are deep in the canyon.
This is steep country, so the minutes with direct sunlight are few. We climbed out of the Salmon drainage for a quick trip down into Hells Canyon as well. We found a few petroglyphs, but not the campsite we were looking for and eventually ended up back on the Salmon for one more night.
Fall is quickly giving way to winter, the frost is heavier each day, but the sun still feels good, and we’ve yet to be blanketed in snow. Here’s to the last day of (meteorological) fall!
