Since Cecilville I'd been driving along the South Fork of the Salmon River...but there's also a North Fork of the Salmon, and they meet at "Forks of Salmon" to become the Salmon River.
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Forks of Salmon is an actual community with a US Post Office and microscopic store and a gas station of sorts...neither of which I stopped to check out. I should have, though.
I just stopped at the safer-appearing rest area, which overlooks the North Fork of the Salmon River.
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There were some surreal aspects to this place...the misty clouds and remoteness was part of that...and there was the unfenced horses grazing. Now, I'm familiar with the open-range concept of the West -- cattle roaming across roads without fences. But the only time I've seen horses wandering in areas without fences they were "wild"/feral horses. But these must have been domestic. Odd.
The tiny little grocery/supply store in a building the size of a large outhouse was also surreal, but I was too shy/chicken to stop and check it out (nor take a picture -- the thing that looks like an outhouse in the upper photo IS an outhouse, and the light-colored building is the Post Office)...I have a slight fear of encountering cannibalistic hillbillies (or "sons of the soil", as they prefer to be called) in places like this.
I kinda expected that from here on down the river that the road would return to a normal 2-lane road...after all, there is an actual US-post-officed community to access here...but no, the 1+ lane road continued for quite a few more miles. Slightly more traffic, but for the most part I still had it to myself.
Still beautiful in the rain:
Single-lane road hugging the cliff:
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At some point before the road (now called the "Salmon River Road" -- it stopped being the "Cecilville Road" at Forks of Salmon) reached Somes Bar it turned back into a normal-ish 2-lane road.
With interpretive signs and everything!
Apparently the Karuk people were enjoying this scenic area before my ethnic group moved in:

At/near Somes Bar the Salmon River joins the Klamath River and this this great route joins CA 96. This is a full-size regular highway that follows the path of the Klamath for many miles upstream...as would I. However, at this point it was raining harder and the Klamath is scenic but not deep-canyon scenic, so I didn't take any more photos this day.
Before I left my folks' house I did an internet search that determined that there's at least one "full-service" motel in Happy Camp, my destination for this day. It featured free wifi internet and microwaves (ovens -- not just the waves) and mini-fridges in every room: the
Forest Lodge. $50 for a single -- such a deal!

I checked in and was given room #18. I tried the key in the door of #18 and it wouldn't open. Hmmm...the deadbolt seems to be locked. So I tried to stick the key in the deadbolt lock, but it wouldn't fit. I tried to get in for several minutes until I heard -- and felt -- a loud pounding coming from inside the room
and an angry face appeared when the curtains opened. Seems I was given a room that was already occupied.
The very apologetic proprietress gave me a key to room #19, and all was well! A little musty...but clean and equipped.
I had dinner at the Frontier Cafe. "CMO" (cheese, mushroom, onion burger).
(to be continued -- Final Installment: upper Klamath and Scott River)