Some days just work out, and this was one of them – the last night on my first trip down the Middle Fork of the Salmon River. This camp had been closed to reservations due to fire on the day we launched, but we found out at the MF Lodge that the restrictions had just been lifted. It was a hot August afternoon, so when we floated around the corner and found this beautiful, shady beach it was too good to pass up. Cocktails on the cool sugar sand, the splendor of this view, good friends, and the river rollin’ on by, made this a cherished memory. Millions of years in the making, this place is a true work of natural art – a pristine chapel for my river devotion.