Roadside walls on Hwy. 90 where they appear terraced are actually evidence of the glacial flood on the Columbia River Basin which left ripples of lava torn from the basalt as it was cooling.
Ten miles out from our campground, the terrain changes again, to lakes and white pine covered hills.
Who knew there was gold mining in Idaho? We also pass silver mines, saloons and old Spanish missions.
The ranch complexes have multiple buildings. There is usually a gateway made of gigantic logs in the shape of an upside down square "U".
At the rest stop, we luck upon another group of Navaho women who are selling their jewelry on blankets on the sidewalk. They are hundreds of miles from home, returning from a Pow-Wow in Idaho and heading back to Nevada.
Again Corinne finds piles of haystacks she wants to photograph. They are the round ones this time, piled high in alternating rows of perpendicular cylinders of hay. She finds the patterns beautiful, appealing to her sense of symmetry and mixed patterning.
The Clark Fork River seems a hundred miles long. It crosses under Highway 90 at least 10 times. Sometimes it is quiet, sometimes rocky and fully of whitewater.
We wonder how the Bitterroot Mountains that surround us got their name. Someone tells us that the Bitterroot was a food source for the Indians. I'd love to see what the plant looks like and taste it. Perhaps it has to be cooked to eliminate the bitterness, or even poisonous qualities.
When we arrive at our destination, The Square Dance Barn RV Park, there are fresh veggies waiting for us to take back to our "house", and a square dance that evening.
Not being square dancers, we are not allowed to join in, since everyone there is very experienced and we might mess up the squares. We enjoy watching, though. The people are very friendly.
There is a Western Wear shop in the barn and Bob buys a beautiful white shirt. He has been looking for one for months.
This campground is very unusual, in that the laundry facilities are free. The washers are outside under a roof. There are a dozen clotheslines strung up, and clothespins provided. We hang our wash on the lines, and by the time the dance is over, they are dry. I'm glad I have cute undies, since I'm not used to hanging my laundry out in public.
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