Late December in Idaho’s Salmon River Mountains means snow, some years more than others. This year, so far, is a little below average, although I’m not sure there is such a thing as “average” anymore. With climate change, I’ve noticed that the snow arrives later in the fall – December rather than November – and the big accumulations come later in the new year, February rather than January. But at least we still get plenty of snow, which means lots of fun for me and the dogs (we love running on snow) and sufficient water in the summer for irrigation.
In my big, open valley, various creeks tumble out of the surrounding mountains to join the Little Salmon River on its meandering run north before plummeting three miles down a narrow canyon, eventually dropping two thousand feet on its way to joining the Main Salmon. The Little Salmon frequently brings morning fog to my valley, and that fog adds frost to everything it touches. The landscape sparkles.
The first six photos (including the feature photo) were taken earlier this month, the last four in December 2017. What I love about living here is that when the fog burns off, the skies are usually blue. Except when it’s snowing, which I also love.