05-Mar-2001 -- I've been on vacation in Eastern Idaho visiting a friend and
taking photographs of the area. I departed my friend's house this
afternoon for a little road trip so I could take some photos of the
Grand Teton Mountains near Jackson Hole, Wyoming. Afterwards I'm going
to Yellowstone National Park to take photos for a few days. I checked
and there was a confluence that was just a little out of the way, so I
decided to attempt a visit.
I stopped en route to eat at the Sub Station in Swan Valley, Idaho. I
ate there while out taking photos a few days ago and enjoyed it so much
I had to go back. The owner, Lynn Ricks, told me I would think I had
died and gone to heaven when I tasted one of his subs. When I took that
first bite, I thought I heard the angels sing. Lynn was a great guy to
talk to and he directed me to several places I could go to take
photographs. If you're ever passing through Swan Valley on your way to
the Grand Tetons or Yellowstone, stop by and visit. Lynn will be happy
to suggest places to eat and things to do on your journey. Bring your
appetite and try out one of their subs. I saw a "Kitchen Sink"
pizza on the menu as well. Next time I go back, I'm going to try that
I left Swan Valley and continued south towards Etna, Wyoming, the
nearest town to the confluence. The drive through the mountains was very
nice and the landscapes were breathtaking. The day was unseasonably warm
and the sky was blue. There was a lot of snow on the ground still, but
it was melting, so the road was a little sloppy at times. I thought I
was a dead man when I ran over a bowling ball size rock that fell from
the mountainside. It made an awful noise when it hit the underside of
the car. Luckily, I straddled it and didn't hit it with my tires.
Otherwise, I would have definitely been a statistic.
I was able to drive to within 0.2 miles of the confluence. That was
good, but not good enough because the area was fenced in and there was a
few feet of snow on the ground. I decided to try to find out who the
landowner was. After knocking on a few doors, I was told the landowner
was Ms. Wanetta Clark. I got directions to Ms. Clark's home which was
about a mile away. I drove over to ask their permission.
Ms. Clark and her son, Mark, were really nice folks. After I
explained what I was doing and had their permission to go, I asked what
was the best way to get out there (thinking it was probably with
snowshoes). Ms. Clark pointed at the snowmobile. Until a few days ago,
I'd never even seen a snowmobile, so I was inwardly excited when Ms.
Clark asked Mark to take me to the spot. I hopped on the back and off we
went. We had to stop and open up the cattle gate and as we were doing
that, a cow jumped through the barbed wire fence. That cow wanted on the
other side of that fence bad! Evidently this wasn't a big deal to Mark
because we jumped back on and took off towards the confluence.
It was fun zooming across almost a mile of snow-covered pasture.
After passing the confluence and having to double back, we stopped and I
took the photos. Mark took mine standing next to the snowmobile.
We got back to the Clark's home and I thanked them for their
hospitality. Ms. Clark wanted to know if I was going to come back in the
summer when it was pretty and take some more photos. I told her I was on
vacation and couldn't come back that soon, but someone might. I can't
imagine it being any prettier than it is right now. I hope someone does
go back because I'd sure like to see those photos.