As of Tuesday, September 2, 2014
LOWELL/SYRINGA — “I have such a bad hangover not only does my head hurt, but even my hair hurts,” Labor Day weekend quote from a good friend and nicest guy ever. He’s from Nezperce, in fact he might even be the mayor of Nezperce, and he was hanging out with Ron Payne, Jackie Peterson, Arlene Ambach and Mike and Missy Coons. They were all a little “into their cups” as the English say!
It was the most beautiful weekend of the summer up here along the Lochsa and Selway, blue skies, white clouds, slight breeze, and about 78 degrees. The kind of days you just want to bask in the sun and have one last deep breath of summer. The folks who came upriver and filled in some of the cancellations from the fire of 2014 had a glorious day to celebrate the end of summer. We had hot dogs roasted over the campfire; we had big fat corn on the cob, ripe watermelon, and cold drinks on ice. The campground here at the confluence had several families and a few small family reunions. This is what life is all about.
Next week we have a big group of students staying a few days from Clearwater Valley School System; they are having a three-day camp right here in Lowell with Stacey Camp, archeologist extraordinaire, and several other entities for a learning experience here in the Idaho wilderness.
Buckey and Juanita Agost of Kamiah stopped by to say hi, really nice folks who pick a lot of huckleberries, but their fingers weren’t purple yet this year.
So now we have September, the fishing is good, the Fly Anglers on Line will be coming in soon, tying their own flies, and if you remember, they even bring their own chickens for the feathers. We have the Fishing Fools with Skip and Dave and all those guys who picked the name themselves, not me. Later we have hunters moving in for the season. Since we didn’t burn to the ground last month, it is like a new lease on life, so let the fall begin.
Mr. Max has the big day coming up, his great-gramma, who by the way is younger than me, and great-grampa, Archie and Linda Junes, are coming for the celebration, and all his aunts and uncles and friends from near and far. He may not know what’s happening but we all know he’s turning 1 year old.
Miss Maddie loves kindergarten and her teacher, Mrs. Martinez. She is up and ready before her sisters, she got on the bus and didn’t look back, just like her father before her, same bus, same school, same PB&J sandwich, only thing that changed was that she has a leopard print skirt and backpack. Her dad had a lunch box with a dinosaur on it and a pair of Levis. Life goes on, and so do we. At least my hair doesn’t hurt this morning!