One of my goals of hiking and camping in this Hells Canyon area was to visit the McGraw Creek cabin. This name and location has resonated in my mind for many years. I had only seen it on a map, and had read nothing about it. Still, its utter loneliness and inaccessibility had drawn my interest. How did one live such an isolated life and survive? Certainly, were I a writer, I would enjoy writing a tale about the motivations and strengths and challenges of those who survived here.
So on Tuesday, a two mile hike took us there. The cabin had fallen down, but the creek sang and the wildflowers, once again, were gorgeous.
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| Meg enjoying the tranquility of our campsite in Hells Canyon |
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| looking into the McGraw creek drainage |
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| Meg on the trail to McGraw Creek |
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| How did they get this farm implement here, miles above the Snake river? |
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| The McGraw Creek cabin, Hells Canyon |
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| remarkable that this saw is still here |
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| Obviously, I loved photographing these Indian paintbrush |
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| The llamas were content to stay “home” |