Eating Wild in Idaho By Phil Barnard One day in 1984, my friend Jeff Thomason brought wild asparagus to my home in Ketchum. I love asparagus and these were exceptionally delicious. That gift opened a door for me
In One Place Only By Mary Lou Nosco Photos Courtesy of Mary Lou Nosco Wherever my family went when I was growing up, we always returned home to Twin Falls to visit my grandparents. I would wait, hardly
A Family’s Healthcare over a Century By Julia Anderson Among my childhood horseriding tricks was to gallop into our Twin Falls farmyard, swing off my horse by grabbing his neck, and stick a landing, Shoshone-Bannock style. When I
By Janice Pollard Photos courtesy of Janice Pollard In 1959, two women who had separately helped to design their all-brick, ranch-style homes moved into them across the street from each other in what was then a brand-new subdivision
Beauty Sudden As a Waterfall By Em English The country we were traversing is all that can be imagined of desolation. A region of appalling sterility and loneliness. The wild sage whose ash-colored leaves do not even mock
Idaho’s First Black Lawyer By Justin Vipperman When I grew up in rural Idaho, I had few opportunities to interact with African Americans on a day-to-day basis. Moving to Tennessee in 1999 provided me with ample opportunities to
College Baseball As a Rite of Passage By Drew Winkelmaier Joel Bate, the athletic director at the College of Southern Idaho, doesn’t want new recruits to arrive in Twin Falls during daylight hours because, he says, “They do
A spectacular summer day was brewing in Twin Falls in June 2013 when I bought a video camera to film a musician friend during his live performances. He wasn’t playing that day, but I was anxious to try out my new camera, and looked around for something to shoot. I was near the I.B. Perrine Bridge and decided to hike over and take a look, as I’d heard about people jumping off the bridge for fun. Continue reading
Walking with my dog on a cold Saturday in March on a path that led through the College of Southern Idaho campus in Twin Falls, I smelled burning wood. Ages ago, this very place where I was walking would have held many tipis with wisps of smoke ascending above their high poles from warming fires within. Continue reading
Rock Creek Canyon isn’t particularly grand. It is easy to overlook. People do it every day. It isn’t listed in the Southern Idaho Visitor’s Guide as one of the “sights-not-to-be-missed,” nor is it overloaded with curious visitors.
The canyon isn’t ablaze with fiery red rock, and crystalline waterfalls aren’t part of its allure. It isn’t associated with the romance of Ernest Hemingway or with fly fishing. Rock Creek Canyon is mostly quiet, revealing its secrets only to those willing to seek its secluded, subtle wonders. I know, because I’ve been exploring the canyon for more than ten years as a walker and a runner, and I feel that with each visit to this wild space my claim to it has gradually grown into a deep and inexplicable connection. Continue reading
