Grandparent’s House to Starbuck around Nez Perce

My grandparents were worried about the route I was going to take over Lolo Pass. They though it might be snowy. I don’t know why they thought I might not be able to handle a little weather but when I got up there, there was none. Sure it was a little cloudy but that was it. The snow line had not yet reached the summit of the pass.
The trip down from the summit was nice. It followed a river that looked like it would be good one to float, maybe in the spring when the water will be a little higher. There were several footbridges that crossed the river every so many miles to reach trails on the other side. I stopped for a short while at one and took some pictures when a couple on horseback came out of the wild side with a couple of pack horses each. They said they had been out a couple of weeks.
The weather broke here and there the entire way down the pass and around the Nez Perce Indian Reservation. I reached Lewiston around 5:30pm and it was 60 degrees outside. So I kept driving.
Yes, every time I’ve written the words ‘I kept driving’ I usually have regretted it latter in the day. I was only driving another hour or so before it started getting dark again. And I wasn’t near anything. I finally saw a sign for a camping area and I took the turn towards the town of Starbuck.
The campground wasn’t in Starbuck (another 3 miles away) but this was the first time I reached a campground (of the non-state campgrounds) and somebody was manning the office. It was also the first night I was able to make a fire in a pit and enjoy it.
After I got the fire going, I was staring into the sky looking at the stars and realized they were different. The constellations were not where I always see them and I couldn’t see any sign of the auroras. I also realized that I could see the stars and not be freezing my ass off.