Remember that smoky bridge I posted a while ago? (Of course you do, I just posted it 5 minutes ago)
It's a great bridge. Well made, aesthetically pleasing.
Amazing views of the Lochsa River.,
But wait, what is that wall of haze?
Oh yeah. Smoke. With 30ft. Visibility. And you can't breathe. Even with a P95 particulate mask.
But Molly, particularly when she looks like she did in the previous pictures, has a 100% success rate at hitching rides. And people in Idaho are really really generous to people who need rides through forest fires.
We really need to head back some time and check it out when it's not on fire.
Imagine what this would look like, if you could actually see it.
And then, you can catch heavily subsidized public transportation through the Nez Perce Reservation. With actual bike racks, too!
Eventually, as we got out of the mountains and into the more rolling hills and valleys, it started to clear.
It's not that the high points are any higher, we're just much much lower.
It doesn't look it, but that hill is 1500 ft high.
A typical meal, eaten at a budget hotel. Annie's shells don't nuke well, so we use the camp stove. But we made it, alive, through 170 miles of smoke to Lewiston, Idaho. The next day, to Washington!
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