Only we didn’t get there. Roughly half-way between Boise and McCall, we encountered an unfortunate “road closed” sign.
The reason? Mud. EVERYWHERE. Apparently the torrential rains that had so persecuted me on my ride up the mountain the day before had triggered a mudslide a few miles up the canyon, shutting down both lanes of traffic.
Not much you can do against a mudslide. The only alternate route to McCall would have been to backtrack to Boise and then swing out, far to the west (practically to Oregon) and then drop down into McCall from the north. It would have turned a half-day excursion into a full-day adventure. We had plans with the others later in the day, though, so we turned around and headed home.
As a consolation prize, though, we stopped along the river and took a few pictures. Mark assured me that this part of the canyon wasn’t as spectacular as what we would have seen farther up, but I guess some nature is better than nothing!
|Chicken parmigiana with penne and marinara sauce|
|Fresh peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream|
|Our waitress got a little creative with the photo process…
(it was hilarous)