|This is a "beach" in Southeast Alaska. Not a bar. No, I don't really get it either.|
|Hiking to the bar.|
|I see Idaho!|
But there is one bar I like visiting. When I lived in Alaska, we called them beaches--the decidedly un-beachy, rocky sides of the land that touched the ocean. If a fisherman left his wife at home, he would say he left her "on the beach." On rivers, these areas are called bars.
The Snake River is full of bars--Salmon Bar, Dug Bar, Pine Bar. And Eureka Bar, which is a last chance left-over fall spot, the one you go to when everything else is shut down by snow. I kind of love Eureka Bar, even with the poison ivy dance to get there.
|This is poison ivy in winter. Do not touch.|
|I love this picture.|
|The confluence. If you look closely you will see a jet boat on the river.|
|An after dinner stroll (dinner was at 4!)|