We took a scenic drive on Sunday along the Banks-Lowman Highway. Didn't see any elk or eagles (which are supposed to hang out along that route), but we did see some kayakers do a beautiful job of navigating some rapids. Poetry in motion.
I headed home earlier than planned, because I didn't like the looks of the weather, and I'm always leery of mountain driving anyway. As it happens, though, I didn't need to rush—the rockslide on that road didn't happen until Thursday.