“We Might Have a Festival Here” By Diane Josephy Peavey Photos by Carol Waller In 1982, I gave up a professional life in Washington, D.C., to spend time on a remote sheep and cattle ranch in the Little
Three Brothers Who Never Parted Story and Photos by Michael Vogt Caldwell native Dale Smith’s pride in his great-great uncles, the Johnston brothers, led him to study their lives closely, and he even portrays one of them when
Seven Decades of Culinary Fame By Harvey Hughett Photos Courtesy of Harvey Hughett I’ve never figured out why some of Idaho’s most interesting places sometimes have the least amount of information written about them. That seems to be
At the Old Lochsa Ranger Station Story and Photos by Jim Fazio As I look around from the porch of what was once the alternate ranger’s house at the Lochsa Historical Ranger Station, I have plenty of time
A Marvel in the South Hills Story and photos by Michael Stubbs Is it my imagination, or do these cones of volcanic tuff look like traditional Native American animal-skin homes? Perhaps I have been deceived by my own
Secluded but Not Forgotten Story and photos by John J. O’Hagan As I travel up Mountain Cove Road into the Boise foothills, a cemetery suddenly looms to my left on a desolate hillside. Its brooding presence demands a
Where Nature and Humans Get Fancy By Alice H. Dunn When we clear Malad Summit on our way home from Utah and drop into Marsh Valley, my husband says, “I wonder if The Lady on the Mountain has
Bliss for a Butterfly Guy By Les Tanner Photos by Susannah Newsome It was 7:00 a.m. on Saturday, August 3, 2019, when I bid goodbye to Jimmy the cat, promising to be back by dark (I’m not sure
How a Vandalized Memorial Brought Idahoans Together By Dan Prinzing In 2017, I was taken aback when a national reporter covering an attack on the Idaho Anne Frank Human Rights Memorial asked if that act of hate represented
An Idaho Idyll Story and Photos by Peter Zheutlin The first and only time I had previously been in Idaho was nearly a half century ago. Coincidentally, I had then traversed the state across its narrow panhandle, as
