
A couple of Saturday's ago, my mom, sister, my guys (minus Jackson who was working), one of their friends and I hopped in the van ready to make a drive to Hell's Gate State Park.

Prior to our excursion, we had seen signs for Hell's Gate State Park in the Lewiston and Clarkston areas and rightly assumed that it was somewhere in our general vicinity understanding general vicinity defined as "within a 30 min. drive or so". Altogether, it took us about an hour to figure out that this state park was about 10 min. from my house. Much to our chagrin, we came to the realization that the Lewiston city park was nearly as large as this "state park". Disappointed though we were, we decided to drive into the park and have a look around. We drove through the campground and were appalled at how close the sites were to each other. My boys kept asking why there weren't any tents. We are very opinionated wannabe campers. Our motto? If you're gonna camp, you have to make it rough and live amoung the trees and sticks and bugs and be toilet free...which is why we have never officially been camping since the kids came along. :) Finally, we decided on a parking spot and got out.









Footprints in the sand. Human, bird and otherwise. I haven't put my feet in "sand" for years. It was wonderful!

My lovely precipice viewed from the Snake River beach.

The End (and a happy one at that!) :)