Two states forward, one state back.

Oregon’s Hell’s Canyon is a beautiful, very winding drive through the mountains, paralleling much of the way the same river that passes our campground in Elgin. 

Marcia field-replaces the valence covers to match the dinette cushions she very successfully recovered.

Lewiston, across the Snake from Clarkston.

Canoe sculpture in Lewiston.

We enter Washington and the town of Clarkston and cross the Snake River to—of course!—Lewiston, in Idaho, for lunch, then return to Clarkston (why not Clarkton?) to camp at the confluence of the Clearwater and Snake rivers.

The rivers are not busy today, a Saturday, but the cities seem reasonably active.  This Granite Lake RV campground calls itself a “resort” consequently our bill goes up to $36, still less than in California for a comparable park.   A nice hiking/biking trail runs along the Snake starting at our park.  The multipurpose room is hosting a wedding reception.  For dinner I walk to the nearby Costco and bring back a pious spinach salad to split.

Farm scenes on the road from Lewiston to Post Falls.

Based on our Alberta travels, we think the brilliant yellow plants will become canola oil.