While you’d never be able to tell from the deluge with which we have endured for the past 48 hours, it was actually nice out on Saturday…sunny and warm like summer is supposed to be…whereas today is cold and frigid like winter is supposed to be.
Something has gone very wrong.
Anyway, as I have mentioned previously, I live in The Middle of Nowhere. The lesson here is that no matter how remote you are, you can always go further and be even more remote. You just have to drive/walk/bike a little bit longer.
Hubby loaded up the river gear, the dog, and a buddy…and me, the wife…and we drove up to the South Fork of the Salmon River. Check out Forks of Salmon, CA on Google Maps. Notice how everything is green (National Forest and wilderness) and there is little semblance of civilization? The Salmon River is prime undiscovered California…a wondrous slice of Americana, and classic State o Jefferson all the way.
It will basically blow your mind.
If you ever want to get away from it all and just be somewhere absolutely gorgeous, check out the Salmon River. It will change your life.
At our destination, the flutterbies awaited us en masse alongside the river. They were everywhere, sunning their weeks on the moist sand. It was SO cool. Eventually our presence agitated them and they fluttered all about like The Birds only it was The Butterflies. They were everywhere. And all kinds. I’ve never seen anything like it.
It was very Wild Kingdom.
Post-butterflies, the boats were inflated and launched into the river.
Bye bye Hubby and buddy.
I didn’t go with. I ran shuttle with the dog instead.
This meant I took a bit of a walk through the bustling metropolis of Forks of Salmon where I saw:
*Underage children test driving the Forks of Salmon Volunteer Ambulance. Lights were flashing but sirens were off. I kid you not. Not an adult in sight. I have to give them credit…they were pretty good drivers.
* A heard of unfenced horses (quiet gorgeous) hovering about the Forks of Salmon school van (it said so on the side in big, block letters), swishing their tales. Apparently this heard of horses just traipses all over town without restriction or boundaries. Not a lot of traffic on the road to worry about.
*Headstones along the side of the road from 1908 and so forth, sprawling with ivy.
Post-walk there was river lounging in my lawn chair, where I snacked, napped in the sun and then knitted a bit. All in complete peace and quiet.