One of Three Forks

In the mid-seventies I spent a few years in Bozeman, MT attending college and attempting to be a filmmaker. Eventually, I turned to television, moved north and really never went back. Until this summer.

Some of my more memorable fishing experiences involved the Gallatin River, but that was nearly 50 years ago. When you put it like that, I feel quite old. 

A lot has changed in the Gallatin Valley, but the river is a constant. Headwaters in Yellowstone Park, the Gallatin flows north first meandering through alpine meadows and then rushing through a rocky canyon. It spills out onto the farmlands west of Bozeman, eventually joining the Jefferson and Madison to become the Missouri river. 

This road trip was a shakedown of camper van and kit. We didn’t even have fly rods.  Two days were spent camped mere feet from the river’s edge. A vantage point that offered many restful hours watching the stream flow by.

 

 

A Picnic Lunch

Now you have all those salad recipes, here is what we do with them … we go for a picnic. No, really.

For starters, pick up some deli cups (and lids) at a restaurant supply store. We use two sizes 16 and 32 ounces, which is basically two or four servings.

The clear plastic cups chill quickly, don’t break, but still allow you to see what’s inside. And when empty they are are very stackable. They aren’t dishwasher safe, but they do wash easily. We’ve gotten numerous re-use out of an initial purchase.

The cups also freeze nicely so you can put several frozen dinner offerings into the cooler and they help with the chill.

On the most recent camping trip, a week on the road, we had a salad smorgasbord for lunch and dinner

A little JULY heat

When you head out on a road trip in July you expect some hot weather,

Well … at least you should.

Add to this, the southwest corner of Idaho is your first night’s camping destination and HOT moves to a new level.

Bruneau Dunes State Park is on the edge of the Snake River plain. It is an area created fourteen thousand years ago when Lake Missoula’s ice dam breached and the Bonneville flood reshaped the landscape of Idaho, as well as eastern Washington and Oregon … the end of the ice age. 

A reservoir completed in the early fifties to supply irrigation water raised the water table and caused small lakes to spontanously appear. Idaho Fish and Game stocked them, fisherman showed up, and by the seventies there were camping facilities opened.

The State Park’s campground was a logical stopover on the journey east. Montana is really too far for us to reach in a day. This put us at the campground around three in the afternoon and even with scattered trees and the awning in full shade mode it was hot (95 degrees).

We did get to use Tip’s new ‘swamp cooler’ jacket. I know it seems counterintuitive to put a jacket on an already hot pet, but when this is soaked with cold water evaporation brings a natural air conditioner to Tip’s back.  It really worked!  

We depleted the ice supply, took advantage of camp shower facilities, and were aided by an evening thunderstorm. By ten that night the desert camp was a comfortable 65 degrees. 

Up with the sun, we started the second leg of the journey looking forward to tree lined sites along the Gallatin River … leaving the sweltering desert climes behind, for now.

South Ice Cave

It was chance that led us to South Ice Cave.

We were exploring unmarked forest service roads in the Cabin Lake area, when we came upon a controlled burn. Instead of driving through, we took a turn leading away from the fire and choking smoke.

That was when we saw the Ice Cave sign. Jack and I agree on a great number of things:

    • IPAs are highly overrated
    • Border collies are the smartest dogs in the world
    • and you never go into a cave.

Before I go any further … I want to make it really clear … neither Jack nor I are interested in going into the cave.

We pull into a small dirt parking area dotted with picnic tables. A path leads to a fenced area which surrounds a pit. This must be the place.

We peer down and see several dark, yawning openings in the side of the rock face. Sure enough its a cave.

During the course of our first and dare I say last cave adventure, we notice a  scurry of chipmunks leaping and perching just inside the entrance. Yellow-rumped Warblers buzz from trees to cave. Cool! I imagine the bat colony that makes this cave home is located somewhere further inside.

Glad we checked it out. Time for lunch and on to another adventure.

Fire Season

Compared to the rest of Oregon, we live in an area that has higher than average wildfire danger. I’m talking, evacuate your neighborhood type of fire danger.

Just a few years ago, a 168-acre wildfire, ignited by a downed power line, threatened homes in our neighborhood. High wind helped spread it quickly. The fire forced an evacuation neighbors still talk about to this day. Evidence of charred ground and trees show how close the fire came to wiping out our area.

So … we take our wildfire abatement seriously in these parts.

Primarily in the spring and fall, prescribed fires are planned and implemented. These fires are supposed to reduce the severity and intensity of future wildfire. Targeted areas are usually forests surrounding communities and homes.

There is even a map illustrating planned fires. Just this spring a fire took off just miles from where we live. We assumed it was a controlled burn but found out later it wasn’t. Several homes were destroyed … so now we regularly check the controlled burn map.

Luckily for us our HOA (Home Owners Association) has scheduled a wildfire abatement crew to remove excess combustible materials in and around our neighborhood. And the local fire folks regularly send out information on how best to manage hazardous conditions on private property.

Recently we drove through a controlled burn south of Bend on Highway 97. As you can see there’s plenty of combustibles right next to the road. Kinda of scary.

Of course one of the effects of these controlled burns and wildfires is smoke. Depending on prevailing winds, the stuff moves into the area, sometimes lingering, other times moving on. We quickly realized we needed a plan to deal with the stuff.

Number one defense strategy is to control the air quality inside our home. We decided on the Molekule Air Purifier. It does a great job cleaning smoke, pollen and mold in our air.

We’ve made small adjustments to how we do things. If we can’t walk outside due to smoke, we drive someplace we can. We open windows by using the sniff test … we walk outside and test the air quality. For the most part this is a seasonal inconvenience we have learned to work around.