Welcome to a slice of heaven on earth
You might miss the time of your life. Sometimes I get that feeling. Not today. Life in Idaho along the Salmon River is fat. Bald eagles on wing remind me to notch another best day off my bucket list. My list includes learning how to recognize every day as being a best day.
We are in full soul recharge mode now. The idea was simple. After Grand Prairie’s International Street Performers Festival my wife and I would point south and aim for somewhere right around here. We would figure out where right around here was when we found it. The key was to know when we found it.
We got mighty close in Hot Spring, Montana. Sure was about as near close to right at Miette Hot Springs in Jasper National Park. Trouble was we’d just started heading south and we couldn’t give up on the next 2000 miles just like that. We figured there had to be more ‘best days of our lives’ waiting for us just beyond that next bend over that other hill.
Jig is up tomorrow, at least for here. Tomorrow we point south more and continue to slow walk our way through the American West. Enjoy some yellow jacket company during sunset. We’ll put our feet up and regard the sound of the river running alongside where we are staying. We’ll pull over and take photographs for the movie trailer I’m making to accompany my latest novel. We’ll be working our way slowly back along the blue highways to California.
We’ve been dodging the crowds. Hard to explain how few people have made North Fork, Idaho their final destination. It isn’t convenient to anything. You have to go plenty out of your way to end up twenty-three miles north of Salmon on Highway 93. Seems by our expert eyes to have just about the perfect amount of here and now all tangled up in its rivers and mountains. Seems like we have gone and found what we were looking for.
Meadowhawk, Nevada is just south of here in Hot Spring Honeymoon, my latest Novel
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