We arrived at Palouse Falls just as a storm front was headed our way, bringing strong winds that pushed the hot temps into cooler weather - a Godsend for hiking!
That storm pulled tent stakes and chords right out of the ground. The tent next to us started tumbling across the open camping area, heading for the parking lot, and beyond that for a tumble down the cliff-wall.
In the morning campers left the campground complaining of the wind, but we tethered our tent with ropes to the picnic table. We figured the storm, with a touch of rain, would clear by late afternoon.
It did, bringing cooler temperatures and heavenly stillness. We enjoyed dinner in a nearly-empty campground!
The campground is a refuge for a variety of birds, and for harems of marmots!Aside from the drama of weather, the only other troublesome factor was a middle-aged mom with her three children and two grandchildren who arrived late and set up their tent in the dark next to us. The baby and toddler were strung out, so couldn't self-soothe or shut off. They fussed and cried past midnight, with the dog yipping and whining at all the trouble. The light and noise in their tent was jarring for all the campers in this little campground, and I think all of us woke up sleep-deprived and grumpy.
This mother decided to leave right after breakfast, but discovered that blowing up the air mattress ran their battery down. They also misjudged the distance to this recreational site, so they were almost out of gas. She got the ranger to jump her battery, and got directions to the nearest gas station, then they were off into the brunt of the storm.
George and I couldn't hike or canoe that day - just too windy. So, we drove around, enjoying the Palouse country. 
The next day we canoed the Tucannon River, enjoying the spawning salmon which were swimming upstream, and hiked along the water.
The Palouse Falls hike was dramatic, but a bit precarious in places. Ultimately it became too dangerous for George, and he wanted to turn back. We have a rule, if either one of us feels that gut-impulse of not going any further, both of us will stop. It is all about paying attention to gut-impressions. Later, I read that the trail I wanted to take was not authorized as a hiking trail, but was made by 'thrill-seekers', willing to take risks.
I loved walking the rocks, finding a trail along the water. 
Fortunately, I found these two walking sticks in the rockpiles. They were so useful on the descent down the trail.Our leisurely pace afforded plenty of time for camp-cooking.
I made a pasta salad and wheat-berry-oat-berry salad at home, for lunches, then did some stir-fry at dinner.
Breakfasts were bacon and eggs, polenta, and pineapple-coconut pancakes with mango syrup. Cooking flickr-set here.
