Our scenic six hour drive south to central Idaho?s wilderness back country and we arrive at our remote campsite in rugged Hells Canyon. The days begin easy and calm. Warm welcome sunshine, no bothersome bugs and gentle breezes where graceful eagles soar high above the canyon walls riding the gentle thermals.
A short stroll through lush prairie grass and wildflowers ends at the rocky banks of the formidable Snake river. The river flows swiftly, white water and swirling eddies. A couple of empty jet boats rumble by; no customers, no one is here.
only us.
