A Traveler and his Cat exploring America.

Saturday, August 28, 2021

I Am Not Lewis and Clark Material


We left Spring Gulch Campground and it’s resident rattlesnakes early in the morning seeking sunshine and warmth.

Our next two camp options sat at over 5000 feet (1524m) in elevation with a temperature of 35 degrees (1.7c) at 9 a.m.  Why would I even consider?  So we blew right on by with the heater running on high.

We stopped at the summit of Lost Trail Pass, 7,014 feet (2,138) for breakfast.  A large firefighter’s camp was set up there.  Highway 43 to the east was closed due to one of the fires.  We were heading south on Highway 93 so it didn’t affect us.

The pass was named as such for historians are not sure exactly what route Lewis and Clark took to get over the Bitterroot Mountains at this point.  Further on down in to Idaho now.

I can see why Clark might think this would be as easily navigable river.

That expedition never ceases to amaze me in all the historical signs 
I’ve seen for the past couple on months.


Barbara Rogers said...

Cool shot of the deer with Beans looking at her! Brrr, that was really cold, can imagine iced water bucket in the mornings! Glad you continued down the road, literally down.

Vicki said...

I love the photo of Beans looking out the window at the deer! That river is beautiful, and so are the mountains.

John "By Stargoose And Hanglands" said...

Never mind about Lewis and Clark; we enjoy reading about the John and Beans Expedition.