As mentioned in the last post, it’s been a pretty smoky summer. Oregon and California have been on fire since June. Labor Day weekend took the smoke to a whole new level. Hazardous air quality with smoke so thick there were times we couldn’t see the shore while out fishing Odell.
We awoke to a glorious early sunrise as the sun climbed it's way over the continental divide. It hit the tent nearly 3 hours earlier than the day before. The benefits of being on a ridge instead of in a deep valley on a crisp fall morning. Morning sun on camp. Tent is middle frame. As soon as we arrived it seemed it was already time to leave. You can only carry so much food,…
The Wind River Mountains. The Winds. Have you seen them from a distance? Have you ever wanted to hike into their depths? Those craggy peaks hold a lot of mystery from the little they give up from a long distance. We had to go. So we drove across Oregon, Idaho and part of Wyoming. We arrived to snow squalls in September, and so we held off on the edge waiting to go in.
