Hell's Canyon

The hot and the cold, the ancient and the young, the quiet and the loud. These were the comparisons we thought about as we traveled up and down through Hell's Canyon on the Snake River. The hot was the air temperature that we felt climb all-day and peak as we returned to the Sea Lion after the days' journey. The cold was the water of the Salmon and Snake River as well as that of the Grand Ronde, Imnaha, and the Clearwater. We stuck our toes and more in the water to escape from the heat. The ancient was the wonderful geology that surrounded us. Rocks that were from 5 million to 300 million years old. The young represented by the life in the canyon; canada goose goslings, rocky mountain big horn sheep lambs, and the new plants that will grow in the burned areas along the shore. The quiet was the river as we enjoyed lunch at a small beach called Eureka Bar. The loud was the triple engined 1000 horsepower jetboats that took us on a journey, a unique and nonhellacious journey through the Canyon of Hell.