We end up on a bit of Bannock Creekbed singletrack (rocky!) then some climbs in the tight network of trails near the highway of the sort I feel relieved to surmount, two-up with luggage.
“That was scary,” Brenna says more than once.
Finally we do make it to Rabbit Creek Road and quickly to the North Fork of the Boise where the road turns to follow its meanders.
“That’s really pretty,” we remark intermittently as we catch sight of eddies deep and clear against dark stone walls or sandbars wreathed in sparkling ripples.
The thwup-thwup sound of helicopter blades grows louder as we ride and is suddenly upon us, hovering. I quickly pull to the side of the road so we can look up to see what’s happening.