From Antelope Valley road, we turned right on Forest Service road FS-135, heading for Copper Basin.
At the Antelope GS (Guard Station), FS-135 heads north up Bear Creek and Cherry Creek, then reaches windswept Antelope Pass. The stretch of this road that climbs to Antelope Pass is narrow, winding, rutted, and can be very slick after rain. A 4WD is recommended. (Idaho: A Climbing Guide: Climbs, Scrambles, and Hikes (Climbing Guides)
by Tom Lopez)
Heading toward Cherry Creek Summit:


Crossing Bear Creek Summit:
There were several aspen groves along the way:

Antelope Pass looking back at the road we had just driven up:

Antelope Pass, looking ahead into Copper Basin.

Roughly triangular in shape, the central core of Copper Basin is an approximately 20,000-acre expanse of rolling sagebrush steppe, drained by the East Fork of the Big Lost River, Star Hope Creek, and numerous other named and unnamed waterways. Prairie potholes and erratic boulders near the valley’s heart are a reminder of the earth-shaping glaciers that once covered all of this land. (Copper Basin by Jason Kauffman, Sun Valley Guide, Summer 2007)
Unfortunately, I didn’t get any more photos of Copper Basin. We were driving through, on our way to Wildhorse Creek and, looking back, I wish we had done the Copper Basin Loop Road and gotten more pictures of this area.
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Here’s a close-up cropped from the above image—————————->






“They’re going to stay up here and play….
September 19, 2010
while we hike over to that next thing over there.”
or words to that effect.
I
couldn’t believeguess nothing should surprise me out in the nation’s parks and this probably wasn’t that big a deal.Except it’s not a town or city kind of park. It’s not a playground. There isn’t any slides or swings. And – that “next thing over there” was down off the Inferno cone and over at least a half a mile.
I could just imagine those little guys getting tired of playing up there and heading off to find the rest of the group.
But there are snakes… and holes little boys can fall into… and other places where people can get lost – and, then, there’s the heat.
Though it wasn’t terribly hot that morning, you can see the heat waves shimmering above the cinder rocks in a photo taken not long after those above.
In that whole group of adults and kids, there might have been two water bottles, maybe three – though at least one lady was carrying a good sized purse.
I guess it could be that these folks were from the area, that they were familiar with it and that there was nothing to worry about.
But then again, we used to live in the area and would never have dreamed of just letting our kids “play” in a place like this, wonderful as it was, while we went on down to the “next thing.”
They didn’t have to be right there with us, but our rule always was that they had to be in sight, even if they were going ahead of us on a trail – never, ever, out of sight. And that was in the 70s and early 80s.
Perhaps I’m just being paranoid and it was perfectly fine to leave those boys up there to play.
Perhaps.
What Do you think?
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