Sunday, September 7, 2025 Scofflaw Spouse fishing at Hell's Canyon

Sunday, September 7, 2025 Hell’s Canyon

I saw one of my people running around.  He was way too close to us.  When my human went outside, I darted out and chased him away.  MRRROOOOWWWWW! 

When Spouse went outside this morning, Rudy darted out.  He was not wearing his collar (or his bling), and he got in a tussle with another black cat.  Spouse wasn’t sure which cat was Rudy until the other kitty darted under the fence, and Rudy ran back home.  Little devil…

Our morning walk took us around the ‘hood.  Not much to see.  This is a working class neighborhood.  I think the cars specialize in making themselves as noisy as possible.

After breakfast, we leave Caldwell heading west to hwy. 95.  We are headed to Hell’s Canyon.   The Snake River separates Idaho from Oregon, through a canyon.  It is a haven for fishing and camping.  We were here before, but we are coming from a different angle.  Hwy 95 is a rural road with some commerce.  Of course there is the competition between the Dollar Store and Dollar General stores.  As we move north, commerce declines, and agriculture takes over. 

At the town of Cambridge, we turn onto hwy 71 west.  It is a small road.  The speed limit is posted at 55 mph, but we did well to go 40, then 35, then 25 and 20.  It starts with ranches, then the road narrows as the mountains close in.  The usual pines and aspens escort us for a while.  Then the landscape, although mountainous gets quite arid and the color of straw. 

We approach the Brownlee Dam area, continuing into Oregon where we gain an hour.  Once past the dam, the Snake River courses along.  It is quite pretty.  We see a little area to pull out.  It actually has campsites, kind of.  The sites are not defined but there is a fee and you can camp.  This was too pretty to pass up, so we plopped ourselves down.  Spouse got out his fishing gear, which had, up until now, been resting comfortably in Artie’s garage.  There were a few people here, none of them with fishing licenses, so Spouse joined in.

On his second cast, he got a small mouth bass.  This was going to fun for him.  I got in my swimsuit and got myself wet.  The water is cool, but not cold.  A little too cool for soaking, but nice enough to get wet and cool off.  It isn’t hot, but it is warm in the sun.

We decided this will be as far as we get today.  I love not having plans!

Spouse did more fishing at dusk.  Lots of bluegill and lots of fun.  He said this single day was worth bringing all his fishing gear!  By the way, he threw all the fish back.