|Car camping by the Imnaha River. The only time I have a campfire.|
This weekend we decided to car camp, but differently than this. We drove to the Lower Imnaha, which is a ten mile road winding by the river, with what we call in the biz "dispersed campsites." (Basically, you just go park it, with no amenities.) There are a few rustic campgrounds too, but most aren't open. In that entire corridor, we saw three other groups of people, and nobody close to us. We drove down to a site by the river and decided it would be perfect for us.
|The previous (fall) occupants had left us a gift--a portable toilet. Don't do this. Just don't.|
|"Glamping": Table and chairs!|
This trail is well known for its blowdown, but it was surprisingly clear. I reached the Blue Hole, a summer swimming hole, in record time, and continued farther up the trail to get some views. Only when I started battling the brush and pictured a rain of ticks did I decide to turn around, thinking, Darn it, I should have worn pants!
J came back to camp with tales of having discovered a lake. A lake! I was envious. The next morning we decided to explore a little more of the rock rims, and stumbled upon a trail mystery. It was an old trail sign pointing to the river, but neither of us had ever known of a trail there. We wandered around, finding some blazes, but the trail is lost to the mists of time. There's rarely anything more intriguing to me than long lost trails. We will have to come back.
|This tin was by the signpost. These knives were offered in the early 1970s.|
|Hard to read, but it says "Imnaha River."|
|Wandering the rock rims.|