I have no complaint about (greater) Idaho this summer. The fire and smoke held off until September. But now it is time to get the hell outta' here. I went south, focusing on solving the smoke problem before going on to the next problem.
The bank sign said it was 102 F in a little town. Well, it was clear what the next problem would be. Strangely though, I walked around town without being bothered too much. And no, it wasn't because "it's only a dry heat." Humid heat or dry heat don't bother me too much. What bothers me is bright heat, that is, relentless, oppressive sunlight.
And there just happened to be a miraculous cloud blocking the sun right then. Still, I needed to find some shade. On BLM land?!
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Luxurious shaded camping on BLM land? |
Well at least the roads are wider than in the forest. And there is a better breeze. And I did find a flat spot at 5500 feet, with ATT coverage.
I wanted to visit an old mining town that I hadn't seen in years. Was it still respectfully dilapidated or has it been debauched by progress?
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| The old school. |
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| The old hotel? (or bordello?) |
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This time Age and Wisdom came to my aid. I approached XYZ from the west. The road was not so bad. But I dropped the trailer 10 miles away.