A Refuge Rescued By F. A. Loomis Gordon Cruickshank, the Superintendent of Valley County Roads, got a call on an afternoon in June 2010 from Andrew Lemberes, the chief of McCall’s Fire Department. A distress call had come
Expect the Unexpected Story and Photos by Emily Wegener In 2021, we packed up our life of forty years and moved from Orange County, California to Idaho, where we knew absolutely no one. We had no idea what
By Bianca Dumas Photos courtesy of University of Utah J. Willard Library Ski and Snow Sports Archives, Alan Engen Ski History Collection I got a one-word text from my son Gordon in McCall: “Whoa.” Attached was his snapshot
A Secret Sanctuary Story and Photos by Karlene Bayok Edwards I wish I had let Paul kiss me that night in Charlie’s Garden, with the sun dropping behind the mountains, the moon reflecting off Payette Lake, the dusky
An Unstoppable Little Brother By Karlene Bayok Edwards Photos courtesy of the author Ronny must have been almost four when he followed our dog Pete into the woods. We lived on a hill outside McCall and much of
A Call to Yesteryear By Julie Conrad Photos courtesy of Julie Conrad Smelling the sweet scent of overripe huckleberries, I ditch my car and walk along the lane where our old cabin still stands, although our family doesn’t
It Was Even Better Than Dishwashing By Karlene Bayok Edwards In 1966, not long after my thirteenth birthday, I began washing dishes eight hours a day, forty hours a week, for $1.65 an hour at the now-defunct Kitchen
A Thing Full of Potential By Karlene Bayok Edwards “Joe, if that parachute is from the dump, the kids can’t touch it until I’ve washed it,” Mother said. Dad stood at the edge of our yard in McCall,
Wilderness Lessons Story and Photos by Kelly Poirier We headed down the trail to Goose Creek off McCall’s Brundage Mountain Road, unsure of what we would encounter. Our initial steps filled me with curiosity and enthusiasm. In the
A Between-Houses Interlude By Karlene Bayok Edwards Photos Courtesy of Karlene Bayok Edwards I returned from college that summer of 1972, not to our McCall home, which had been sold, nor to our Jughandle Mountain home, which Dad
