Looking across the Snake River, in a northerly direction.
It is Sunday, the end of week 2 of the "Summer Marathon" as I've been calling it. So far, so good. School is going great, and I'm keeping up with the work load. Today, for a treat, I decided to drive down to the Snake River. On the map, it seemed like it would take forever, but it just took about 35 minutes or so. I am going to try to go on a short road trip every Sunday, so I can get out and see the wonders of this place. My trip up to McCall two weeks ago, when my class went to the ropes course, opened my eyes to the places I could go...
As you can see from the pictures, it was a cloudy, overcast day. I imagine the colors of the mountains would be stunning on a sunny day. It was hard to take pictures, because there was virtually no where to pull over. The farm lands go right to the edge of the road, and there isn't a "senic overlook" to be had. There was a boat launch area, and I took the girls out to explore, which made their day. Of course, now they are crashed on their respective rugs. Doesn't take much, these days, to wear them out!
Along the drive, there were all kinds of high spots. Hat Butte, Jackass Butte, Wild Horse Butte, and Castle Butte, to name a few. Not sure what all their names were, but a few times, they made a stunning sight, against the backdrop of gray. I'll leave you with the landscape as I head back to work, or out to work my horses. Haven't decided which to tackle first, yet. :)
Looking down the Snake River in a westerly direction. The girls were standing at my feet, water between their toes.
As you can see from the pictures, it was a cloudy, overcast day. I imagine the colors of the mountains would be stunning on a sunny day. It was hard to take pictures, because there was virtually no where to pull over. The farm lands go right to the edge of the road, and there isn't a "senic overlook" to be had. There was a boat launch area, and I took the girls out to explore, which made their day. Of course, now they are crashed on their respective rugs. Doesn't take much, these days, to wear them out!
Along the drive, there were all kinds of high spots. Hat Butte, Jackass Butte, Wild Horse Butte, and Castle Butte, to name a few. Not sure what all their names were, but a few times, they made a stunning sight, against the backdrop of gray. I'll leave you with the landscape as I head back to work, or out to work my horses. Haven't decided which to tackle first, yet. :)
I believe this is Kuna Butte, looking towards the North East.
Five seconds later, the light had changed, so here is Kuna Butte again.
I think this is Guffey Butte, looking northerly.
Unnamed Cliffs of the Snake River, east of the tiny town of Murphy.
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