Gremlins in Hiding Story and Photos by John O’Bryan When I moved to Idaho in 1984, I was sure I would find places to fish but the only fish I found were tiny ones, like the kind I
Its Sunken Songs By Desiré Aguirre Only during our ride to McCall did I realize how powerfully my trip down the Main Stem of the Salmon River had impacted me. The driver of our vintage yellow school bus
The River’s Out to Get Me Story and Photos by John O’Bryan What Allison said was, “I didn’t ask you to go at first, because I didn’t think you’d be able to do it.” What I heard was,
Happy to Not Row Story and Photos by Ray Brooks I first entered the U.S. Forest Service’s Selway River lottery, along with my wife Dorita and other rafting friends, in 1993. It’s a very tough lottery to win.
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
