The Salmon River Road turned to mud as I drove west from North Fork, on a rainy June morning. I had to share the road with this Rocky Mountain sheep. She was busy licking minerals out of the mud. Her kid hid in the rocks as I passed by. Clark's party toiled in a colder, late August, rain. The Salmon River runs through a narrow slot, above. The party's first camped on this section of river near here. An interpretive sign stands on the road above the river.