Yesterday was free-fishing day in Idaho.
Bill and I saw plenty of fish but made no attempt to hook any of them.
We just looked and admired.
Our afternoon travel plan included the Meadow Creek-Moyie River loop to Good Grief with a stop at Feist Creek Falls Restaurant for a late lunch early dinner.
Along the way, we stopped for a bag of kettle corn at Three Mile Junction north of Bonners Ferry.
And, by golly, so did Kelly and Shawn from Sandpoint.
They were on their way north to the Porthill area for some kind of a motor-related encampment.
After a quick visit, Bill and I headed off HWY 2 toward the Meadow Creek Road. We stopped once or twice for photos, which included a side road with a serene setting along Meadow Creek.
I love the little bridge and especially loved the cute little house nearby for UPS drops.
And, of course, we always stop for a photo at the first bridge crossing the magnificent Moyie River.
We take this route two or three times a year, always with reminders of nearly 100 years ago when my dad's mother taught school at the one-room Meadow Creek schoolhouse.
Meadow Creek has always been an important family destination, thanks to Harold's many stories of his childhood in the area, which included bringing in wood to heat the school.
Of course, the Moyie has been a draw also for the fishermen in the family. Bill usually spend a lot of time up there in the fall.
Before our stop at Feist Creek, one of my favorite eating spots in the region, we spent some time at the picnic ground aka Moyie Crossings Day Use Interpretive Site.
It's not far from the restaurant, and its claim to fame: fish out of water, sculptures, that is.
The picnic ground with all its iron fish sits above a bucolic stretch of the Moyie where weathered pilings remind visitors of an actual river crossing.
As is often the case, we had the place to ourselves yesterday as we walked the trails and admired the river.
Our visit to Feist Creek Falls Restaurant with its beautiful pond filled with huge lunkers looking for handouts was the first in a couple of years.
We learned from owner Cliff Kramer that the restaurant, which serves railroad employees, stayed open during the Pandemic.
With that in mind, it's no surprise that the food at Feist Creek Falls is always good AND plentiful. The gentleman next to us allowed me to take a picture of his rack of ribs---some eaten at the restaurant, most taken home in three separate boxes for later consumption.
Yesterday was our first-ever meeting with Cliff, who is known for his aerial adventures and his helicopter. He proudly told us that on Friday he had taken his first ever jump from an airplane at a Bonners Ferry Airport event.
Cliff jumped tandem with his granddaughter and thought that he might just do that again.
Bill and I enjoyed our meal and then headed on up the road, unable to resist a side trip to the Canadian border crossing at Eastport----just to remind us that some day we can once again cross that border.
Next, we took a side trip down the Copper Falls Road and then down a road where Bill wasn't exactly sure where it went.
It went up, up, up at one time giving us a view of the Moyie River Road far below us and eventually high enough to look out the window and admire the magnificent Canadian Rockies in the distance.
The "road taken" did go somewhere----to an intersection with another road which Bill and I have traveled a time or two: the Deer Creek Road, also a place which served as a setting for many of Harold's hunting stories.
Bill and I have experienced a story or two of our own up that road over the past few decades---huckleberrying and fishing.
It was nice to know that our newest road on the trip was actually taking us closer to home rather than the unknown.
Twas a great afternoon enjoying the beauty of early summer in yet another beautiful area.
We're, indeed, blessed with our surroundings, especially at this time of year.
Happy Sunday.
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