The hubster and I spent most of last week in Hells Canyon tent camping for the first time in decades. (It went well. Fantastic in fact, so we’ve decided to plan another trip.) While hiking on one of the trails through the gorge below the dam we got a wild hair and took a selfie…mainly because it’s the only possible way we were ever going to get a shot of both of us in the same frame. It was fun and, surprisingly, turned out halfway decent considering we’d been camping for four days with accompanying grime build-up.
Here it is.
Truly though, the surrounding scenery looked better. For example:
The snowcapped Wallowa Mountain range
A wild rugosa in bloom
Cascara sagrada leaves (from the tree whose bark gives us the active ingredient in ExLax. Gaze and be grateful.)
Our campsite (just prior to departure so sans tent, etc.) with Sherpa Pepe and the Kayak Twins
And an alpine rock garden on top of one of the many peaks
Did I mention it was wildflower season? It was wildflower season.
We also saw a couple of mountain goats, nesting bald eagles, and a brown bear but alas, being no wildlife photographer, I was unprepared and missed the opportunities. Oh, there were also bats. And a head full of ticks…no, two head fulls…but we were way too frantic trying to rip them out again to even think about taking pictures. No rattlesnake sightings though, even though the canyon is full of them, and thank God for that.
copyright Dia Osborn 2014