Breakfast off the grid

Last Saturday, my pilot friend zipped us off to breakfast up at Sulphur Creek, located just inside the roadless Frank Church-River of No Return Wilderness Area. Between the Dramamine and the smooth flights back and forth, my stomach performed much better this time compared to the last trip.

There was a fire in the area, blanketing the valleys in smoke.

Approaching Sulphur Creek. The dirt landing strip is toward the right-center.

Coming in for the landing.

The view from our table. A beautiful morning, even with the haze.

Dixie.

Another plane touching down.

Some horseback riders heading down the runway toward points unknown.

I convinced myself that this horse was sleeping and wasn't in fact dead.