We've seen it all dozens of times, but we may have never seen the area quite like it appeared yesterday afternoon.
That would be the Meadow Creek, Moyie River drive.
Yesterday, we turned off HWY 2 northeast of Bonners Ferry and began our fall color experience on the road to Meadow Creek.
My stepdad's mother taught in a one-room school house when there was a small town at Meadow Creek.
Nowadays, a lovely Forest Service campground draws recreationalists to the area.
Yesterday we saw four units filled with camping material and trailers or tents.
We spent some time walking a trail down to the creek and just enjoyed a quiet, laid-back short hike with the dogs.
Then, we moved on up the Moyie River where Bill likes to fish in the fall. This year's fishing gave way to our recent trip, so yesterday he probably just looked and yearned for a few moments with his fly rod.
I've been going to the Moyie River since childhood, and, like our experiences in Ireland, I never tire of the scenes and the beauty.
Yesterday's gold added a special touch to pretty much everywhere we went.
We also stopped at the Forest Service picnic area above the Moyie where big fish are out of water and seemingly swimming above land all over the area.
It's actually an Interpretive sight with a sculpture surrounded by metal fish. The sculpture is called Kaniksu Passage.
You can learn more about the process used in creating the sculpture and the artist/blacksmith from Bigfork, Mont., who created it by clicking the following link.
While we were visiting the picnic area, a construction worker, driving a roller, was packing the road and another open area. We're wondering if the road will be paved.
We moved on to Addy, which is about a mile east of Good Grief where the Moyie River Road ends at HWY 95.
Bill let me out at the bridge so I could take pictures and, after turning around, spent some time at the bridge looking down in the water---probably yearning again.
Our final stop before enjoying a dinner at the Bonners Ferry Mexican restaurant was Brush Lake.
A lone fisherman stood on the dock as we left the pickup and walked a ways up a trail to get different views of the lake, which is surrounded by trees of gold.
Bill says in a couple of weeks the larch will turn gold and add to the color.
It was a pleasant break from all the projects around the Lovestead, and we knew we'd better take advantage of it before the rain and cold roll in sometime tomorrow.
As a photographer, I know that the wealth of color will soon leave us and diminish my opportunities for what I love to do----until the snow flies, that is!
We live in a beautiful place, no matter what direction we go, and that makes it all the more fun.
Happy Tuesday.
Enjoy the photos.
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