The story behind its name is that the Indians were trying to describe the river to the explorers. They wiggled their hands to indicate there was salmon in the river. The explorers thought the Indians were describing snakes. Yet another example of miscommunication.
We stopped at Shoshone Falls Park for lunch. The falls are impressive. I don't know if the salmon can jump their way up the falls. The upstream river is about 100 feet below the level ground, then the falls drop the river another 200 feet.
There is a walking path along the edge of the canyon. At one point there is an outcropping of rock beyond the fence. Over the ages people have tossed coins onto this rock. If this was in Canada, I could imagine a small cadre of clever kids that would rig a magnet on a pole to collect the coins. But, alas, American coinage is not magnetic.
The last adventure of the day was getting back to camp. In the west there are trains. And with trains there are train crossings. Usually when the trains come to a crossing, they cross. This one decided to break with tradition and park. It was actually dropping off several cars at this location, but you can fill in the invisible speech bubbles when, after sitting with the train in front of us for several minutes, it moved forward 10 feet and stopped again. This repeated until I learned a little patience and the train moved on with the rest of its load.
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| Count the money |
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| It's not moving. |
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