On to the “Sawtooth Mountains”, Idaho.

Wednesday, July 3rd, 2013

Paragraphs of Daily Thoughts and much Mental Therapy. Photos. Sometimes Videos. Published Weekly or so.

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"One of the gladdest moments of human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of habit, the leaden weight of routine, the cloak of many cares and the slavery of home, man feels once more happy."
~ Sir Richard Burton ~

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It is no secret as my close Friends know, that I am having a hard time. "This too shall pass" I tell myself daily, sometimes more often. "We shall adapt" to this sudden emptiness and a stage with ongoing new feelings. And we will. They are new as exchanging conversations with a Friend who lost his own Mother the same time as mine, "Insecurity" is the word we have been using even if it does not quite describe the moment. There is a channel, a line cut off. 65 years of companionship, love, caring and so much more, now only filled with memories of voices and conversations exchanged. "Insecurity" is truly not the right word. I don’t know which one describes these passing moments. I will keep searching for the right word.

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A few days in St Helen after our fishing days at Priest River. Fourth of July is creeping up on us and we need to move on quickly to find a spot, isolated as much as possible throughout those times when the outdoor gets filled up pretty quickly with campers and RV’s. The instinct will make us find such a space. I do not worry about such destination. The clues are always all along the back roads, BLM lands, National Forest and Friends writing. Those spaces tucked away, the ones I must admit are getting harder to find yet still there.

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We landed in Stanley, Idaho. A long ways for us, but I knew we would find "this". Near Lake Stanley, thanks to a good Friend who gave us directions, a nice primitive space. Fairly secluded even though I can hear some cars passing by when the wind channels the sounds our way, and a few flies which keep Spirit occupied while buzzing around. A little warm it has been. The riding, the shade, water and wet bandanna or "turban" as I call it, will help. This day is ending and already coolness is dropping.

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The road this morning was hard on the mind and emotions. Sundays were always the days we managed to talk and talk. The images from that morning at the Hospital in Munich kept playing as an endless slide show. There is no shutting down the show when it happens. Only the strength to endure it including getting pissed off at Life and it’s ways to torture us. I felt as the destination was absent as rolling in towards a cliff which was itself moving on unable to be reached. All is calm now. I just want to put my head down and sleep. They are the valleys we must traverse before reaching another peak as this space put us on.

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We stopped at the Visitors Center for a change wondering why I had never taken that step before. They are always run by locals and the best way to learn and find out the interesting aspects. Only 60 people live here full time. Smaller than Terlingua! The sign said 63, but she corrected me as 3 have moved. It is the coldest area in Idaho for the winter times getting down to – 40 degrees sometimes. They have never seen a tourist throughout those months and if one showed up to camp the town will not allow it as too dangerous. Maps galore, fishing everywhere, scenic trails and roads like never seen before on a map. We might be here for a while. My helpful Friend was not joking when he wrote to the fact that he could spend all summer here.

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Truly a great night sleep waking up to almost cold weather not needing a wool hat and jacket but wore one anyhow while brewing that first one cup of coffee the stove sounding like a jet cutting through the existing silence. The tent is up, Crusty has warmed up, boots on and Spirit harnessed, it was time to find the important lay of the town. Bakery came first, of course, Library for Wi-Fi, showers and Laundromat. Done. We now feel at home. That is how Life on the road is done.

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We met a couple locals. Spirit, my door opener, is really the one that met them, and they were kind enough with map on hand show us the good fishing spots. I didn’t do so well this time around, and no wonder as we left "Mormon Bend" no one else was fishing. Probably too hot. Many components have to come together when I fish. Unlike Photography. Must be able to park, must have shade for Spirit, be able to get to the water and last but not least must have fish in the water. We will (I will) try a different spot in a bit unless the present and menacing storm above us decides to come alive.

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Sawtooth Mountains, Idaho.-23 xxx

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim because it was grassy and wanted wear, though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same, and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I marked the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”
~ Robert Frost ~

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Stay well, stay strong.
                                 Ara and Spirit

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7 Responses to “On to the “Sawtooth Mountains”, Idaho.”

  1. brian wrabley Says:

    Fabulous looking Mountains! Glad you found a good spot! Good luck with the fishing!

  2. Old Fat Man Says:

    I only got to go to Stanley once but that area is etched very deeply into my memory. I loved it. There is much to enjoy there.

  3. Voni Says:

    Definitely a little piece of heaven you’ve found.
    A place of rest and healing.
    We send healing thoughts your way often.
    Hoping you can feel our love.

  4. texascindy Says:

    So glad you have found a cool place for the time being. One so far away but it sounds like just the ticket. The emptiness you are feeling is understood here. It still sneaks up on me and it’s been 5 years since my mom died. The Robert Frost passage you closed with is one of my favorites. It is so “you”. Hugs and scritches!
    Cindy

  5. HoboPals Says:

    You are in one of my favorite parts of the country, Ara. Check out Bruce Meadows while you are there. There’s a ghost town called Custer not far from Stanley, if I remember correctly, and if you are interested in that sort of thing. We saw an incredible Wolf up in that area. I was surprised to hear about the population of Stanley. It was 66 the last time I was there with Rich and I was surprised to see it had climbed to 100 in 2010 when I was there with Jack. Couldn’t find better weather anywhere that year. Cool in the day and cooler in the evening. In my opinion, the Sawtooths are the prettiest mountains in the country. I’m not the photographer that you are, but I have many, many pictures over a period of quite a few years. I hope you’ll take many and share them.

    I lost my Mother 18 years ago on July 2nd. I still miss talking to her. I remember on a particularly beautiful day wishing that she was there with me to see the Sawtooths. When Rich died, I longed for her…if there was comfort it was in my Mother’s arms, but they were no longer there. Such a sinking feeling. To this day, I’m shocked at unexpected moments, that she didn’t know that Rich died and what a lonely life I have lived since. You never stop needing your Mother, Ara, but her words stay with you for the rest of your life. Her image appears when you are in the most beautiful places. Let her be there with you.

  6. Randy Says:

    Wonderful post and my favorite Frost poem. Just back from a singing tour of the UK which has kept me off the road since May. Thanks to you and Mr. Frost I’m mounting our camper. Zelda, Natasha and I will be headed on a North by Northeast least traveled road early next week. One that runs along the Michigan lakeshore. To? We don’t know.

  7. Ara & Spirit Says:

    Thanks for understanding. Bruce Meadows… will check it out.
    Stay well. Ara and Spirit

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