The things you see while on the trail of feather, fur and fins.
I always get a kick out of this place. The weeds tend to conceal the landing strip and there welcoming crew consist of Mule Deer, Chuckars, Quail, a mangy Coyote and maybe a herd of Elk.
Right smack in the midst of thousands of acres of public land, the log book has about 4-5 planes a year.
It's at the gateway to Hells Canyon, with canyon walls providing a glorious backdrop to what I have to believe is one hell of a place to land a plane.
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