Trip to Idaho September 2006

We spent the long labor day weekend in the tiny town of Clark Fork, Idaho, with Chelsea's dad.  
Here are some flicks.


Proof we were in Clark Fork, in case you thought I was lying.  It's home of the wampus cats, don't
you know.  Click here for the story of th wampus cat.



This is main street of Clark Fork.  Seriously.  I wasn't joking when I said it was a small town.




Some of the fine sights of downtown Clark Fork.



This is the homestead of Chelsea's dad...  



Which is just across the street from his bicycle shop.  The man is a master when it comes to building
and rehabbing bikes, I am truly jealous of his skills.



Here we are goofing around in the shop while he does some work and magically escapes the
camera's lens.



We were a week early for the big sale - bummer.  And I was really needing not one, not two, but
three times the antlers I generally need.



The bicycle graveyard beside the shop.



One of his fine creations, and my favorite of the bunch.



Another of his bikes - we decided to test drive this one.  See exciting video footage of me tearing
up the mean streets of Clark Fork on this chopper here and here.



Here is a 1965 Schwin "Twinn" that he fixed up for sale in the shop.



I don't really have an explanation for this one, but dig those doublewide tires.



Chewy!  This Chelsea's dad's dog.  He is a terror of misbehavior and terribly cute at the same time.



Here he is giving Chelsea the always-troubling cold nose treatment.



We went on a bike ride one day and crossed the Clark Fork river.  Friggin' beautiful eh?



The old one lane bridge that used to be the only way to cross has been converted into a pedestrian/
bike bridge, and a nesting ground for ospreys too (note nest on top of bridge).  There were babys up
there chirping and the parent ospreys were circling and giving them grub.



Obligatory self-portrait.



More shots of the lay of the local land - in this case a farm on the other side of the river.



We took a day trip over the border into western Montana, which is even more desolate than the
Clark Fork area of Idaho; makes that place look like a buzzing metropolis.



We stopped off at Ross Creek Giant Cedars and tooled around in the pretty trees.




Scenes from the forest.  We were on the lookout for a bigfoot, cause it looked like
that kind of place, but no such luck.



We did find a hollow tree with a girl growing inside of it; we decided to keep her.



Farther on down the road we decided to explore the Kootenai Falls.  The water was an unreal color
of blue - so clean and clear and you wanted to jump in it but it was surely cold as sin.



If you hiked far enough down through the woods you came across a swinging bridge.  There
were a bunch of these where I grew up, but the river they crossed (the South Toe) was not nearly
as impressive.  I got reprimanded by Chelsea for shaking the bridge too much - she was scared.



A view of the lower part of the falls.  I guess it was more like really impressive rapids than falls, but
I dug it no matter what.  Always had a soft spot for waterfalls.  



This is the upper section of the falls - in the left photo you can see how the falls were almost
like a set of steps.



Finally, we caught the elusive Jim Junget, bicycle fixer extraordinaire on film.  



Our final day up there we went on a hunt to spot moose, with poor results.  But we did find a shit-ton
of old abandoned mines.  I was told silver was a hot commodity many years back in the area.



Here is another, with me posing in front of it; shortly thereafter I was eaten by a bear.



Near one of the mines we came across a car in worse shape than our friend sharon's car,
but only by a little bit.  If you'll take note in the right photo you can spot the following:
1.  a baseball glove
2.  an original nintendo controller
3.  the case for CCR's greatest hits
It was like a car after my own tastes.



Sigh, no moose (mooses?  meese?  meeses?) to be found, but no lack of beautiful scenery.

And then it was back to civilization...