A Rafting Evolution By Ray Brooks In late July 2000, it was raining lightly on Boundary Creek’s steep wooden launch ramp of the Middle Fork Salmon as our group started loading our rafts. When I was an apprentice
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
In Search of Both By Kit Herndon It was circa 1962 and we were blessed with another beautiful day at Wagon Wheel Bay on Payette Lake. My sister Anne, who was then about nine years old, and I ventured off in our kayak to visit our older brother Fraser. I’m not even
Mourning on the River of No Return By Jim Mullen “Eddy out, eddy out, eddy out!” Arms circle overhead, the shouts carry across the water and bounce off canyon walls as kayaks swoop and spin into the calm
Bridge-Jumping, the Secret Service, and a Miner’s Grave By Michael Stubbs Gravity Christopher Cuhaciyan cannot let go of the railing. Twice, three times, four, he spreads his arms and legs in a firmly grounded jumping jack. “Here I
One Way, No-Brainer Story and photos by Valerie Illguth Our family spent the summer of 2017 in Yellowstone National Park and then moved to Pocatello, where we rented a house that had the Portneuf River almost literally in
Lured Back by the Roar Story and Photos by Scott Kunau “You!” Ron “Mad Dog” Bolton barked at me during the Idaho Regatta’s Friday night test-and-tune in 1981. “Borrow that helmet and that racing life jacket, and come
Over Our Heads in Every Way By James J. Pizzadili Back in the early 1970s whitewater river travel in Idaho was more motorized than today. Jet boats prowled up and down the Main Salmon River and the Snake
And Flood on the Snake By Ray Brooks After a winter of drought, the Salmon River was running unusually low in late June 1994. My wife Dorita and I had discussed doing a multi-day Fourth of July whitewater
Under the Sun and Stars Story and Photos by Linda Lantzy In less than thirty-six hours I’ll be floating the mighty Salmon “River of No Return.” Contained completely within Idaho, this 425-mile-long river begins as a trickle in
