Sand, stars and solitude: Five days on the Salmon River

Sand, stars and solitude: Five days on the Salmon River

Each night we pulled ashore and set up camp on a sandy beach. Pam LeBlanc photo

I’m still shaking the sand out of my gear after last week’s whitewater rafting trip on the Salmon River in Idaho.
The trip – five days of rafting, swimming in cool, swirling waters, sleeping on a tarp under the stars, and hiking up hillsides to watch bighorn sheep as I sipped hot tea – reset my mind. I need nature and water and big open spaces to feel right, and that’s what I got.
An all-female crew led our group down the Green, Cougar and Blue canyons on the river, where we blasted through Class 3 and Class 4 rapids with names like Bodacious Bounce, Checkerboard and Snowhole.
I’m writing about the trip for the Austin American-Statesman, but here’s a sneak peak at some of the photos I took along the way.

Jess Christianson looks across the Salmon River during a five-day whitewater rafting trip with AdventureWomen. Pam LeBlanc photo

One of our rafts blasts over Snowhole Rapid. Pam LeBlanc photo

We spotted five bald eagles along the way, and plenty of osprey. Pam LeBlanc photo

We hiked to an old homestead. Pam LeBlanc photo

Valerie waking up on the beach. Pam LeBlanc photo

That’s me, enjoying happy hour on the beach.

Bri fries bacon for breakfast. Pam LeBlanc photo

Guidebooks and maps are vital cargo on a river trip. Pam LeBlanc photo

Stoking the fire. Pam LeBlanc photo

Blasting through Snowhole Rapids. Pam LeBlanc photo

Rebecca rows an oar boat while Jess paddles a solo inflatable kayak. Pam LeBlanc photo

Betsy Bowen, co-owner of ROW Adventures, pilots an oar boat down the Salmon River. Pam LeBlanc photo

The terrain changed from dark rock canyons to wide open grassy hills. Pam LeBlanc photo

We hiked to this old stone home where a Chinese miner once lived. Pam LeBlanc photo

One of our rafts blasts over Snowhole Rapid. Pam LeBlanc photo

Rebecca rows an oar boat while Jess paddles a solo inflatable kayak. Pam LeBlanc photo

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My assignment: Taste test a dozen Utah craft beers

My assignment: Taste test a dozen Utah craft beers

Since I can’t travel to Utah right now, I sampled 12 Utah-brewed beers. Pam LeBlanc photo

I’m been making good use of my pandemic-induced time at home by educating myself through online classes here at home.
So far I’ve studied chocolate, whiskey and cheese. Most recently, I dug into beer.
Besides learning that beer is best tasted in tulip-shaped glasses, because the tapered shape traps the aroma, and hence some of the flavor, I discovered that a lot of the fruit flavors that you taste in beer actually come from the hops or other non-fruity ingredients. Also, it turns out that I like hoppy beer more than I thought I did.
I eagerly ripped into my class materials – a carton containing 12 different craft-made beers brewed in Utah. I found a giant gold can, some big glass bottles, a pink can decorated with a volcano and a flamingo, and lots more.
Per the instructions in my class prospectus, I prepared for the evening session by chilling my beer, setting out some palate-cleansing snacks, and gathering a collection of tapered glasses. (Pint glasses trace their roots to England, and became popular because they’re durable, cheap and stack well.)
Beer professor Rio Connelly, who helped open Epic Brewery in Utah and then built up the Proper brand, guided us through a sampling of five of the beers. The others we’d try on our own, later.
Tasting, he told us via a Zoom call, is all about appreciation. It should also be done, generally, from least impact (like a lager or light beer) to most impact (like a stout.)
More than 8,000 breweries now operate in Utah.
With that, in mind we set out to pour and appreciate some of our stash.

FISHER: The big gold can with a red label reminded me of the Schlitz my dad drank when I was a kid. A label on the back read “Sparkle brewed to the altitude.” When I poured it into a glass, it looked like champagne. Think of Fisher as the craft beer version of a domestic lager, with an extra poof of flavor. It’s crisp, clean and somewhat boring – but also something of a religion in Utah, where you’re likely to spot folks walking around in Fisher hats and Tshirts.
“It makes me want to mow the grass,” my husband Chris said. (Yes, I shared.)

UINTA CUT THROAT PALE ALE: Uinta is the largest brewery in Utah, and this pale ale is packaged in an amber-colored glass bottle. (The stigma of cans is largely gone; today you can buy most craft beer in cans.) When I poured it into a clear glass, I discovered it’s the color of the grass in my front lawn in August. It tastes vaguely like caramel and toasted bread, with a slap of pine trees and herbs. Nice. Locals call it simply “Cutty,” and subscribe to the motto “Forget the map, pack the Uinta.” It gets its name from the Bonneville cutthroat trout, the state fish of Utah. I’d definitely drink this while fishing.

UTAH SAGE SAISON: Now we’re talking. I love Belgian-style beer, and this 7.3-percent alcohol version from Epic Brewing wowed my taste buds with hints of mint and eucalyptus. I liked the cooling effect. “Saison” refers to a subset of yeast pioneered in Belgium and northern France. It’s more rustic and flavorful than other yeasts, with herbs like sage, thyme and rosemary. I could sit in a barn all afternoon and sip the stuff.

LEI EFFECT BY PROPER: A wayward flamingo nicknamed Pink Floyd that lived for a decade near Salt Lake City inspired the design on the pink can. When we opened it, Chris noted that it “smells like a fart.” That’s from the Sulphur, and don’t worry, it fades pretty quickly. What’s left is a slightly tropical-flavored gose ale (a wheat beer that’s high in salinity) made with real passionfruit and guava, plus pink salt mined locally in Utah. Let’s go bird watching!

FEELIN’ HAZY BY 2 ROW BREWERY: I generally steer clear of double India pale ales, which tend to taste harsh to me, but this one was delicious! The not-at-all bitter brew went down smooth and citrusy, with a waft of (weirdly) bananas. It tastes juicy, but there’s no fruit in it, just grain and hops. Pour me another, please. This was my favorite.

That’s instructor Rio Connelly, who led an online class on Utah craft beer. Pam LeBlanc photo

That’s all we tasted in class, but for homework over the next week or two, Chris and I sampled the others. Here are some thoughts:

FROLICH PILSNER FROM RED ROCK BREWERY: Hoppy but balanced; inspired by German pilsners.

HELLES BOCK FROM BOHEMIAN BREWERY: Stronger and malt-forward; a traditional, full-bodied, lightly sweet beer.

PROPER BEER FROM PROPER BREWING CO.: This is Proper’s flagship brew. Easy drinking and middle of the road – not too malty, not to hoppy, not too sweet, not too bitter.

ROCKET BIKE LAGER FROM MOAB BREWERY: An example of a “steam” beer, an American style that started during the California gold rush because the refrigeration required to brew traditional lager beer was readily available.

COFFEE CREAM ALE FROM KITOS BREWING: Made with local coffee blended into a light cream ale. Not as heavy as it sounds.

ESCAPE TO COLORADO IPA FROM EPIC: The name pokes fun at the brewery’s decision to open another brewery in Denver to escape some of Utah’s regulations. Fresh, with hints of citrus, pine and stone fruit.

DELMAR FROM TEMPLIN FAMILY BREWING: This Imperial stout gets super high marks from Connelly, who describes it as “one of the best stouts he’s ever tasted. At 11.5 percent alcohol, it packs a punch.

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Looking for funky side of Austin? Check out this new book

Looking for funky side of Austin? Check out this new book

This new book is packed with tips on discovering the weird stuff in Austin, from a car wash populated with dinosaurs to a museum displaying a cigarette supposedly smoked by Marilyn Monroe. Pam LeBlanc photo

Sure, most of us already know about Barton Springs and Mount Bonnell and the Bob Bullock Texas State History Museum.
But did you know about the ladies’ room at Kitty Cohen’s? Or the in-home museum where you can ogle a lipstick-smudged cigarette said to be the last Marilyn Monroe ever smoked?
Get the intel on all the funkiest stuff around town in “111 Places in Austin That You Must Not Miss,” a new book by Kelsey Roslin and Nick Yeager, with photographs by Jesse Pitzler ($20; emons:). It’s the Austin edition of a series of paperback books highlighting the off-the-wall and unusual in cities around the globe, from Toyko to Chicago.
The Austin version is rife with gems.
For example, at the Jurassic Car Wash, 4809 S. Congress Avenue, you can suds up your vehicle while watching animatronic dinosaurs threaten to tear off your side mirrors. You can even wash your dog (or pig, for that matter) at the adjoining pet wash.

This painting of Bert Reynolds adorns the wall of the powder room at Kitty Cohen’s, a patio bar.


In the powder room at the patio bar Kitty Cohen’s, 2211 Webberville Road, where bright pink flamingos adorn the walls, you can check out the painting of (naked and mustachioed and seductively posed) Burt Reynolds. Snap a picture of it and tag it #UltimateKitty on Instagram, and the owners will donate a dollar to the SAFE Alliance, which helps victims of child abuse and domestic violence.
Or drop by the Museum of Natural and Artificial Ephemerata, 1808 Singleton Ave., for a glimpse of a lock of hair from Elvis and that cigarette butt supposedly lipped by Marilyn Monroe.
There are entries for Smut Putt Heaven Holiness Church and a vegan bakery called Zucchini Kill, a place that offers goat yoga and the bathroom at County Line, where you get an audio primer on how to talk Texan.
Just call before you go, because some of the oddball entries – like Threadgill’s, which closed permanently in April – are going the way of the dinosaur.

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I blindfolded myself for the trip over this Colorado mountain pass

I blindfolded myself for the trip over this Colorado mountain pass

The view from the top is great, but I had to blindfold myself as Chris drove over Independence Pass in Colorado. Chris LeBlanc photo


Sheer, exposed cliffs make my kneecaps clatter like castanets.
Once, during a backpacking trip, I had to crawl on my hands and knees through a 200-foot stretch of trail that was making my eyeballs spin like plates balanced on the end of long, spindly poles. So no, my favorite part of last week’s campervan tour of Colorado wasn’t taking Highway 82 over Independence Pass, between Aspen and Twin Lakes.
Thankfully, my husband drove and I blindfolded myself with a bandana fished from the pile of facial coverings shoved in the Dodge ProMaster 1500 campervan we’d rented. He negotiated all the drop-offs and hairpin turns; it scared the hell out of me.

I snapped this picture of Chris after we’d gone over the most terrifying stretch of the road. Pam LeBlanc photo


Before driving the pass, you should know a few things.
First, vehicles (or vehicles plus trailers) that exceed 35 feet in length, are prohibited from driving the pass. The transportation department has a handy bit of technology set up that flashes a warning light if your rig is too long. There’s a spot to turn around if necessary.
In two places on the Aspen side of the pass, the road narrows so much that only one car can negotiate the road at a time. If you meet an oncoming vehicle (like we did, in both spots), some jockeying will take place. Chris had to fold in the side mirrors so we could squeeze past one car.
The road is narrow and twisty, with steep inclines. There are guardrails in places, but they’re low. The pass closes every winter because you’d have to be crazy to drive across it in inclement weather. The elevation at the top of the pass is 12,095 feet, and you can pull over and park (and hyperventilate like me for a few minutes), and even get out and enjoy the scenery (which is not at all scary at that spot and quite beautiful!).
Also, be on the lookout for cyclists, who like to pedal over the pass for fun. (No thanks.)
My husband, who has also driven the Million Dollar Highway between Ouray and Durango, says this pass isn’t as scary as that one. That one, he says, needs more guardrails. (I crouched on the baseboards of our car as we made that crossing a few years ago, during a winter ski trip. Never again.)
As we made our way down the less terrifying, Twin Lakes side of Independence Pass toward a campground, I opened my eyes. The worst was behind us – except that even on that far more gradual decline, I saw a popup trailer, minus its tow vehicle, dangling about 20 feet down a slope, slightly crumpled.
Afterward, for fun, as we popped a bottle of wine to take the edge off the experience, I googled Independenvr Pass. My advice? Don’t do that.
And if extreme heights give you the willies, leave the driving to someone else.

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It’s official: I’m hooked on vanlife

It’s official: I’m hooked on vanlife

My husband and I spent a week driving a campervan around Colorado. Chris LeBlanc photo

After spending a week rambling around the cool, aspen- and pine-shaded mountains of Colorado in a customized Dodge Ram ProMaster 1500, I’m convinced I need a campervan in my life.
I love sleeping in a tent, but snoozing in a cozy nook in the back of a van, then flipping open the rear hatch to watch the sun rise, makes me swoon. You just drive up, park, and voila – your campsite is set.
And because nearly 36 percent of the land in Colorado – roughly 23.8 million acres – is publicly owned, that means ample places to spend the night, even if official campgrounds are full. By contrast, only about 1.8 percent – or roughly 3 million acres – of land in Texas is publicly owned.

The “dispersed” camping in Colorado is amazing – drive onto U.S. Forest Service land, park, and sleep. You can see Ivan in the lower part of this photo. Pam LeBlanc photo

We rented Ivan the Terrible from Native Campervans (www.nativecampervans.com) in Denver, which also operates locations in Las Vegas and Salt Lake City. Several models are available, but we went with the “Biggie,” which comes with a mini fridge, two-burner stovetop, interior lights powered by a solar panel, and a bed that sleeps two. (If you’re taller than 5’10”, you’ll have to curl up.) It didn’t have a toilet or shower, but we didn’t really need them.
Rates vary depending on the model, length of the trip, and season, but Ivan the Terrible (all vans get names) goes for $239 a day in the summer, $199 a day in the fall, and $169 a day in the winter for a week-long rental. By comparison, a “Smalls” style campervan from the same company rents for $149 a day in the summer.
I learned a lot during our week on the road.
We made a big loop, starting in Denver and heading to Buena Vista, where we found a campground in the nearby national forest the first night. From where we parked, in a pine-dotted canyon accessed by a bumpy gravel road, we couldn’t see any other signs of human life. We hiked up on a ridge and soaked in the wilderness, happy for the need to zip up our puffy jackets.
We spent the next day in a rubber raft, running a hit parade of rapids through Browns Canyon with a private guide from River Runners, then parked Ivan for the night at a roadside campground in Almont. From there, we boogied our way to the fruit and wine region of Paonia, where we stayed two nights between the peach and apple trees at Big B’s Orchard. We visited the north (less visited) rim of Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park, peering 2,200 feet nearly straight down into the steepest, sheerest gorge I’ve ever seen.
Mid-week we indulged in a hot shower and a longer bed at the Bross Hotel in Paonia, then we hit the road again, stopping to camp in Redstone and, finally, Twin Lakes.

I loved the sleeping nook in our van, nicknamed Ivan the Terrible. Chris LeBlanc photo

I learned lots along the way.
First, it may seem like a good idea, but don’t fry chicken and brew coffee on the stove while rolling down the highway in a campervan. (Don’t worry. I didn’t actually try this, although I was tempted.)
Second, watch for freak summer hailstorms. We cracked a windshield when one blew up out of nowhere at the top of newly-paved Cottonwood Pass.
I love mountain passes, by the way. Kebler Pass is home to one of the world’s largest aspen groves, and we spent two days in the area, hiking the spectacular Lost Lakes and Cliff Creek trails.
Also, I hate mountain passes. I had to blindfold myself as my husband Chris drove around hairpin turns with sheer drop-offs on Independence Pass between Aspen and Twin Lakes. I opened my eyes long enough to see a pop-up camper dangling about 20 feet off the road, its vehicle nowhere in sight.
My favorite new Colorado town? Redstone, known as the “Ruby of the Rockies,” with a population of 92 and the ruins of nearly 100 old beehive-shaped coke ovens, where coal mined in the surrounding ovens was once refined. (At its peak at the end of the 19th century, 200 ovens operated here. They fell into disrepair after World War II, and hippies moved into some of them during the 1960s and ‘70s.) It’s close to fantastic hiking at Avalanche Creek, too.
It’s worth the trip to tiny Marble, a cell service-free zone favored by buzzing four-wheelers, if only for the ribs at Slow Grooving BBQ. (They brag about the brisket, which is pretty good, but we’re from Texas and we know better, y’all.)
We finished our adventure in a lovely campground at Twin Lakes, where we popped a celebratory bottle of wine from the Storm Cellar in Paonia and toasted Ivan for carrying us safely around the state.

Chris LeBlanc dances a jig outside the campervan. Pam LeBlanc photo

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