Wandering Sagebrush
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I had a couple of days set aside to spend time wandering through the Owyhee country, so Fritz and I took off on Sunday (6/15) heading to our first destination, the Succor Creek State Natural Area.
At the beginning of the long, and very rough dirt road, we were greeted by an ancient motorhome that was mostly off the road, and in the beginning stages of being stripped. As I passed, I noticed the Montana plates and the word Tumbleweed emblazoned across the back. I should have stopped for a photo, but we were in the way of the go fast crowd (and their cloud of dust) heading home.
I decided to stay at the campground, as there were only a few campers left, and the pleasant sound of Succor Creek was wonderful music. The unpleasant part was it was 93°, and Fritz was not enjoying the heat. In fact, I was worried for his health if we stayed out longer. Regular dips in the creek and lots of shade helped regulate his body temp.



It’s a beautiful little gorge, but it receives far too many visitors, as evidenced by one jerk who decided the fire pit was the best place to leave his trash.

Still, the landscape was wonderful.




I decided to not complete all of my planned stops because of the heat, but did continue south to Jordan Valley to pay my respects at the grave of Jean Baptiste Charbonneau, son of Sacajawea.

At the beginning of the long, and very rough dirt road, we were greeted by an ancient motorhome that was mostly off the road, and in the beginning stages of being stripped. As I passed, I noticed the Montana plates and the word Tumbleweed emblazoned across the back. I should have stopped for a photo, but we were in the way of the go fast crowd (and their cloud of dust) heading home.
I decided to stay at the campground, as there were only a few campers left, and the pleasant sound of Succor Creek was wonderful music. The unpleasant part was it was 93°, and Fritz was not enjoying the heat. In fact, I was worried for his health if we stayed out longer. Regular dips in the creek and lots of shade helped regulate his body temp.



It’s a beautiful little gorge, but it receives far too many visitors, as evidenced by one jerk who decided the fire pit was the best place to leave his trash.

Still, the landscape was wonderful.




I decided to not complete all of my planned stops because of the heat, but did continue south to Jordan Valley to pay my respects at the grave of Jean Baptiste Charbonneau, son of Sacajawea.
