“Lewiston was founded 157 years ago in 1862 in the wake of a gold rush which began the previous year near Pierce, northeast of Lewiston. In 1863, Lewiston became the first capital of the newly created Idaho Territory. The only thing separating Lewiston, Idaho and Clarkston, Washington, is a river (The Snake River) with a state line running through it. These twin cities are bonded by the history surrounding their namesake explorers Meriwether Lewis and William Clark. They are further linked by being the gateway to Hell’s Canyon National Recreation Area, home of North America’s deepest gorge.”
Scott’s sister, Shelley, and her husband Jack, live just outside of the town of Lewiston, about a 30-minute drive through a beautiful, bountiful countryside.
They have quite a bit of land, with ample room for our home on wheels. This would be our parking spot for the next week.
Shelley and Jack moved up into this area from the town of Lewiston about a year ago. They wanted more privacy and space as their family continues to grow. Neighbors are spread apart and their view of the countryside goes on and on.
The community mailboxes are about .7 mile walk down the road. It had gotten late when we took a walk to check the mail.
On a clear night, the sunset is absolutely gorgeous!
Jack breeds and trains English Setters to be hunting dogs. Their dogs (Gus, the father, is a ginger, and Tess, the mom, is tricolor) had a litter of nine pups approximately five weeks before we arrived for our scheduled visit. Here is a glimpse of the nine puppies, and two of their grandchildren, on the day we arrived.
One minute she was playing outside of the pen.
I turned my back for a moment and look what happened. If we all could think like a two year old, how much more fun we would have!
Her big brother had other ideas of how to play with the puppies.
I was in puppy heaven! I picked up one puppy at a time to take a selfie, but somehow I missed three of them and took duplicates of others. Of the nine puppies, there were five males and four females, six tricolor and three gingers. And, they each had a name. It was so overwhelming.
Scott was busy taking photos of the scattering puppies. While he photographed one, another (Minnie) made a swing out of his camera’s strap.
Soon, it was feeding time. In addition to their mother’s milk, the puppies are now receiving puppy food. Look how nicely they cooperate.
The next day, we took a drive along the Snake River. “The Snake River originates in Wyoming and arcs across southern Idaho before turning north along the Idaho-Oregon border. The river then enters Washington and flows west to the Columbia River.” We were on the east side of the river in Idaho, just west of Lewiston. We stopped to take a walk down by the water. It was a beautiful day with a nice breeze that took a bite out of the hot sun. Across the river is the state of Washington and eventually Oregon.
Even though there were warning signs posted, there were still people who came to wade in the water.
Our next stop off was at Buffalo Eddy, an historical park featuring petroglyphs.
“Long before Europeans or Americans first set foot in this country, the Nez Perce left behind vivid evidence of their association with this land. On either side of an eddy formed by a series of sharp bends in the Snake River, are densely grouped clusters of petroglyphs and pictographs. Known as Buffalo Eddy, the unique petroglyphs contain hundreds of distinct images that possibly date from as early as 4,500 years ago.”
The next morning, Scott was already outside in the yard reading. He told me I could let the puppies out. I immediately obeyed.
Next thing we knew, Tess, the mom, was let outside and the puppies went into a frenzy chasing her. Scott made a comment that I shouldn’t have let the puppies out yet. He filmed my reaction.
Later that morning, Shelley told us that there was a trail down the road from her house that she had been wanting to check out. It was five mile hike down the canyon to the Snake River. The trail was semi overgrown and it had two tracks for a quad (OHV).
Along the way, we passed plum trees that had ripened. We ate them right from the tree. These plums were the sweetest I have every tasted!
It was extremely hot, but we continued on for a little while longer. Then it was a mutual decision to turn around. Three miles round trip in the heat was enough. We hoped to get back out on this trail one early evening, but it didn’t happen.
August 21 was Shelley’s birthday. Scott had not been with his sister on her birthday for many years. It’s not easy when you live on opposite sides of the country. Not only were we there to celebrate her special day, but her mom and Larry showed up as a surprise. She was VERY surprised when she saw them in the parking lot by the restaurant the day before her birthday.
We planned to meet them inside of the restaurant, but she snooped them out immediately. Below is a picture of four generations of beautiful women.
The next day we celebrated again with chocolate birthday cake.
The next day we drove to the confluence of two rivers, just outside of the border of Lewiston. First, we walked part of the path, crossing bridges from the state of Idaho to Washington.
The following day we went into the town of Lewiston to a car show. One of my favorites was a 1966 Ford Mustang that reminded me of one of the first cars I drove…my brothers blue 1967 mustang.
The town has many businesses that are still thriving, while some have closed down. This old movie theatre is an historical landmark.
That evening, we took a walk around their property to see if their apple and plum trees were bearing ripe fruit. It wasn’t long before the sun began to set and we were left with a beautiful sunset.
Gus, the puppies’ father, is just over a year old. He is still in training, and Jack invited me to help him with his daily lesson. I don’t have much experience with a shotgun, but Jack took the time to explain how to safely use it and how to keep the lock on until I was ready to shoot. It was only a blank in the gun that is shot to create sound. This simulates someone shooting a bird. The dog must wait until he is told to go fetch the bird.
The week flew by and it was almost time to hit the road again. By the end of the week, the puppies took on unique personalities as they braved their new world. We really wanted to take a few with us…especially Ginger.
Scott’s nephew, Nate, and his fiancé Kaitlin, came to visit on our last weekend there. They also fell in love with the puppies. We weren’t the only ones who wanted to take some home.
It was time to say goodbye, and I needed to get a picture of the four of us together. Well, the five of us. I thought that Jack was going to insist that we take Ginger with us, but his intent was only to have her in our group picture! Just kidding.
Shortly after we left, Scott’s nephew, Nate, (Kaitlin’s fiancé) was able to see his nephew, John. I am not sure who missed who more.
From the first day that we arrived, I tried to get a picture of all of the puppies together. It was an extremely challenging task. This was the best I could do.
Our next stop is the Sawtooth Mountains.