The yellow wind sock briefly appeared and disappeared from view high on the brushy hillside above us as I lay against the warm rubber of the raft, drifting downstream and remembering. It marked a simple gravel airstrip alongside the middle fork of Idaho’s Salmon River and I was remembering the last time I was in this place, over a half century earlier. Mahoney Creek is deep in Idaho’s “primitive area,” still accessible only by air. The deer hunting is magnificent […]