Something of a contrast in the climate between most of the last Several of days and today. For starters there was wall-to-wall sunshine. All. Day. Admittedly it was down to four degrees in the shady bits of the Moyie valley this morning, but on the other hand it was thirty-seven in the not-shady bits of the Salmon River gorge this afternoon. And the Man with a Gun at the USAnian border was a jolly fellow too, especially considering the date. He fell about laughing when I said I'd been to Hyder. "That's not Alaska" he said between guffaws. "They even use Canadian money!" I allowed as how it would do until an opportunity to visit Alaska Proper came along and he wished me a good day. Hurrah!
Unsurprisingly the northern end of the Idaho Panhandle is almost indistinguishable from the southern end of British Columbia, which is hardly surprising given that from Vancouver to the Great Lakes the border is just an arbitrary line on the map. Which give rise to sillinesses like Point Roberts. Unfortunately Flickr is being arsey at the moment and I aten't been able to upload any photos yet.
|Fig 3: Canada|
|Fig 4: USAnia|
|Looking down at Lewiston|
|View from White Bird Summit. Seven Mile Hill at R; bits of old White Bird Grade visible lower down the slope|
Eight miles to go and there is a dot-matrix sign at the roadside. "Road work2. Single lane traffic. Delays of 20-30 minutes". They do not mess around in this country. Happily I was stopped for but a couple of minutes before creeping through the 8/10 of a mile of cones and back onto a Proper Road. And I need to go that way tomorrow morning no matter whether I go down towards Boise and pick up I-80 east of Elko or divert into Oregon and approach Battle Mountain from the west. Arse.
McCall is titchy and on the edge of the picturesque Payette Lake, but for once I cannot blame Flickr being arsey for the lack of photos of this, but rather the lateness of the hour and the hungriness of Mr Larrington. I shall point the camera at the lake tomorrow.
|Payette Lake first thing Saturday morning and yes, it was bloody freezing|
|Pick of Friday's bridges, between Lewiston and Grangeville|
- Unsurprisingly, there is a Clarkston on the other side of the river, but that's in
OregonWashington where We Will Not Go3.
- Always singular in USAnia.
- Not today, anyway.