”I Like It Here.” In the Quiet Evening, Chris and the Narrator Can Hear a Trickling Stream and Distant Birds.
“ …. to a little sign saying "BROWNLEE CAMPGROUND," which appears to be in a draw of the mountains. In the dark it’s hard to tell what sort of country we’re in. We follow a dirt road under trees and past underbrush to some camper’s pull-ins. No one else seems to be here. When I shut the motor off and we unpack I can hear a small stream nearby. Except for that and the chirping of some little bird there’s no sound. .. "I like it here," Chris says. .. "It’s very quiet," I say. .. "Where will we be going tomorrow?" .. "Into Oregon." I give him the flashlight and have him shine it where I’m unpacking. .. "Have I been there before?" .. "Maybe, I’m not sure." .. I spread out the sleeping bags, and put his on top of the picnic table. The novelty of this appeals to him. This night there’ll be no trouble sleeping. Soon I hear deep breathing that tells me he’s already asleep. “ (Cont. next)
Brownlee Camp Ground 18 miles West of Cambridge, ID. As you will see in the next photos this is a treeless extremely baked dry region, so it is a surprise there is a running stream here and so many large trees in a dense forest. (Better photo needed.)
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(Photo = 103-0332cz1.5 ...... ZMM Page = 269 ...... WayPt = 296i1 4382ft. Photo at WayPt = 036 ~0600ft)