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Sawtooths

We continue to luck out with campgrounds and weather. On a recommendation from a couple we met in Oregon, we headed to Stanley, Idaho–specifically, Redfish Lake in the Sawtooth Range.

The fences were works of art

Once again, even though it’s now June, the campgrounds there were almost empty. They will be filling up over the weekend, but during the week, we owned the place. We had a huge space with a panoramic view of the Sawtooth Mountains and Redfish Lake.

Pristine Redfish Lake

Redfish is a natural lake, not a reservoir (making it extra beautiful, in my opinion), and was named for its salmon spawns.

There is a designated dog beach right down the hill from our campsite and Zoe swam three times a day. She was so stiff and sore from all the exercise that she was hobbling around on our second evening there. The intense blue and green lake colors were like the Caribbean and the dog beach was so beautiful most humans have never had the opportunity to swim in such surroundings. Lucky dog. I went swimming too, very briefly. It was extremely cold.

Spectacular water colors and the trees almost look like palms in the way they lean.

It was so deserted, I was able to play the fiddle outside on the hillside near our campsite and took an outside solar shower (with bathing suit). Lovely. As our last evening was winding down, we heard a very loud repeated eek, eek, eek, call and an osprey flew over the campsite toward the lake carrying a fish in its talons. There were butterflies and birds everywhere—and no people. The place was magical.

Zoe is done posing for this staged shot, but it was a good end to a good day

We finally left Route 97 on Sunday and turned east toward Idaho on Route 26. The terrain grew more interesting and varied, with lush pastures covered with cattle (and lots of calves) against a backdrop of different kinds of mountains as we moved along. There were tabletops, cut banks, rolling hills—you name it, we saw it.

A geological wonderland, with all kinds of bizarre hill formations.

The highlight of the day, however, were the Painted Hills near Mitchell. We followed the signs from Route 26 to the John Day Fossil Beds, and after several miles turned into a valley with a surreal landscape. The Painted Hills resemble an open pit mine, if you were mining for colors. They don’t really need a description, I will let the pictures do the talking.

Looks like the most beautiful mine ever.

We were only able to take a very short hike because the temperature was 86 degrees, which is just too hot for Zoe to hike very far. She’s acclimating faster than we expected to the hot temperatures, but 86 was a bit much for a ten-year-old Alaskan dog.

After soaking in the colors at the Painted Hills, we passed through rocky canyons and interesting hills with upended fossil beds in muted colors.

Sheep mountain. Looks like smoke signals.

Sheep Rock, filled with fossils. Looks like smoke signals.

The John Day River runs through the massive fossil bed area, but the river itself looks so unassuming we would call it a creek in Alaska. There was beautiful farmland too, and haying was in full swing all along the route.

On Monday, we continued east into Idaho, which means I have now been in all fifty states (George reached that milestone some time ago). We stayed at the Bonneville Hot Springs campground, anticipating a nice soak in a wilderness setting. Unfortunately, the hot springs turned out to be too low for anything more than ankle-wading, but the drive there on the road between Banks and Lowman was amazing, following a whitewater river through steep canyons. So far, I love Idaho. I guess I should have visited years ago. But it’s nice to keep a good state for last.