It’s a Game-Changer By Amy Story I never would’ve thought the guy I jokingly called Wild River Bill would actually one day take me on the river, but he sure did, as promised. In Hells Canyon. “It’s a
A Girl and a Giant By Kendra Nemeth Do you have a place that you have experienced so deeply it has become a part of your makeup? Like, if someone were to study your bones, they would find
Idylls in the Canyon By Chris Carlson In 2018, Caxton Press of Caldwell published Chris Carlson’s book, Hells Heroes: How an unlikely alliance saved Idaho’s Hells Canyon. Several months later, Chris died of cancer at the family home
A Riggins Girl in Hells Canyon By Murrielle McGaffee Wilson Photos courtesy of Billy Jim Wilson The author was born in White Bird on January 5, 1913. Her son, Billy Jim Wilson, who has written frequently for this
Of an Idaho Backroads Wanderer Story and Photos by Linda Lantzy As I descend the steep, winding road into the Pittsburgh Landing area of Hells Canyon, the temperature starts to climb. Even on this gray, drizzly spring day
Across the Deepest Canyon By Pete Wilson In early spring of 1953, my Uncle Allen and Aunt Hazel needed to have a small herd of horses moved across the Snake River in Hells Canyon. They had sold their
The Mountainside Was Ours By Barbara Morgan People say we Boomers enabled our Millennials to excess, buying them chemistry sets and computers. Encouraging worm dissection on the back porch Science and Nature Club. Enthusing about their thespian productions.
Muscling in a Sturgeon Story and Photos by Emily Dymock I became oblivious of the pain shooting up my arm, as my determination to get the sturgeon on the deck of the boat took over. The pole felt
The jet boat crashed through reflected sunlight, leaving rippled water in its wake as it powered up the Snake River.
The canyon walls loomed above us. It was the last day of The College of Idaho’s spring break trip this year to Hells Canyon. Twelve students—ranging from first-time backpackers to experienced outdoorsmen, freshmen to seniors, both genders—spent five days in the folds of the deepest gorge in North America, viewing nature’s canvas and hiking more than twenty miles from Granite Creek to Kirkwood Ranch. Continue reading
Wow, I’m finally at Kirkwood Historic Ranch on the Snake River, a place I have wanted to return to for years.
It’s July 25, 2014, and the drive over Pittsburg Summit was wonderful, the road in the best shape I’ve seen, because of major repairs made after a wildfire below Pittsburg Landing earlier in the year. On the jet boat ride upriver to the ranch, I reflect that my first visit was in 1959, with my best friend from Salmon River High School, Jerry Spickelmire, who was driving his jeep.
In the early 1960s, I fought fires in Hells Canyon for the U.S. Forest Service, and I remember an early August day in one of those years when thunderstorms started several fires in the canyon. My replacement hosts arrived on August 5, and when I left Kirkwood Ranch on that day, a large fire was burning across the river from Pittsburg Landing along with several others in the area. Continue reading
