Flying Like A Bird

Middle Fork of the Salmon (Map)

Middle Fork of the SalmonPicabo, Idaho. The camper was in the shop for another bad wheel bearing. The Jeep’s radiator blew up and I was delayed getting to Picabo to catch my flight to the Middle Fork of the Salmon. My computer was hacked so I couldn’t get any posting done. But none of that really mattered as I was flying up to the Middle Fork of the Salmon to fish.

My husband has flown a small plane for years and I have refused to fly with him, but for some reason, this felt different. Sorry Florian. Something just seemed right about this whole deal, and in fact my intuition served me well once again. Mike Hart is one ace pilot.

Mike and Big BlueI really wasn’t afraid at all of flying and in fact loved having the view and freedom that the plane offered us. We headed up to Indian Creek landing strip, a spot that can only be reached by plane, foot, or horseback. How cool is it that it only took us an hour to get there?

 

Mike FlyingThe smoke from the forest fires west and south of us was thick and intimidating. The view of the Sawtooth Mountains to the west of us was almost completed obliterated by smoke but our destination point was relatively clear.

 

 

Burned ForestAs we flew towards the landing strip, it was obvious that this is not the first time that fire threatened this area. The burned trees in this photo were from a fire thirteen years ago.

 

 

Insrument PanelI can honestly say that I hardly knew we had landed. Mike put us down so gently that I became an immediate convert to small plane travel (of course it helped that we had a bluebird day and flew in the morning.)

What a grand entrance to an amazing weekend. And then the fishing began….

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