Wendover Campground, ID

On the morning of September 10, I left Boise and headed into the mountains of Idaho.  I drove north for a few hours, then headed east on highway 12 towards Montana.  I stopped to camp for the night at Wendover Campground.  It was very quiet, and situated on the beautiful Lochsa River.

I spent a little time skipping stones across the river, then headed back to set up camp.  While walking around, I ran into Dave and Christina, who lived right across the street from me for 10 years in Pullman, WA.  It turns out that they also own the property where my ex-girlfriend and her family used to live.  I am not making this up.  One can leave Pullman, but one can never truly escape.