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17 miles south of Salmon, Idaho on U.S. Hwy 90 there is a one lane bridge over the Salmon River. It (the bridge) leads to Twin Peaks Ranch.
Facing north from the middle of the Twin Peak Ranch Bridge.
Facing south from the middle of the Twin Peak Ranch Bridge.
Mullan Road was the first wagon road to cross the Rocky Mountains to the Inland of the Pacific Northwest. It was built by U.S. Army Captain John Mullan between the spring of 1859 and the summer of 1862. It led from Fort Benton, Montana, to Fort Walla Walla, Washington Territory, and it roughly follows the path of modern-day Interstate-90 through the Rockies.
Fourth of July Summit on the fifteenth of March.
The Ojibwe people, one of the largest Native American Tribes in North America, have an ancient legend about the origin of the dreamcatcher, or "iháŋbla gmunka." Storytellers speak of the Spider Woman, known as Asibikaashi; she took care of the children and the people on the land. Eventually, the Ojibwe Nation spread to the corners of North America and it became difficult for Asibikaashi to reach all the children. So the mothers and grandmothers would weave magical webs for the children, using willow hoops and sinew, or cordage made from plants. The dreamcatchers filtered-out bad dreams, allowing only good thoughts to enter one's mind. The Techno Dreamcatcher, invented in a gas station parking lot, as these things so often are, just off U.S. Hwy 90 near the town of Kellogg, Idaho, is made from modern or technology-based flotsam and jetsam, and is used to filter out ultraviolet sunlight and ORS811.507.
Take this photograph with you as there is no signage for the Warm Springs Road exit, which is the turn-off for Goldbug Hot Springs. It's a non-descript gravel road. You know how sometimes people say, "you can't miss it," well, in this case you can definitely miss it. This photograph of the entering Elk Bend road sign, is taken facing north, in the direction of Salmon, Idaho. There is no such similar sign if you are traveling south from Salmon, Idaho. Warm Springs roads is on the East side of the road.
The first 25 yards of the twoish mile hike to Goldbug are strenuous.
Looking down into the valley floor after hiking the first 25 yards. Presumably somebody lives in this ranch at the bottom of a rugged desert canyon next to the trailhead to a geothermal alpine wunderland.
Historically most "log cabins" were a simple one-story structures, somewhat impermanent, and less finished/architecturally sophisticated than a proper log house. A "log cabin" was usually constructed with round rather than hewn, or hand-worked, logs, and often it was the first generation home building erected quickly for frontier shelter.
This erroneous jokester-of-a-sign reads, "Half Way." Real funny sign. Real fucking funny.