The Not in Wilderness Coalition By Steve Zettel Photos Courtesy Idaho Wilderness Company About a decade ago, a good friend of mine joined our outfitting company on a Middle Fork of the Salmon River float trip with his
And Spirals Everywhere By Les Tanner Come on, big guy,” I urged my faithful but laboring vehicle, “you can do it.” I’m not sure, but I thought I heard a sigh. As much as I liked and trusted
Rest and Recovery Story and Photos by Jen Barger “Land restoration does not happen overnight,” Sammi Fontenot tells me as we walk near the Highland cattle she and her family raise. “Slowly but surely, we’re working in the
Spare Us the Firebugs Story and Photos by Dean Worbois It was one hundred-plus degrees in Horseshoe Bend as Duncan led me to a window booth of a longtime favorite restaurant overlooking the river. When he was bringing
Side-Scrolling Idaho Landscapes Story and Art by Beth Jensen Sometimes, our family drives didn’t have a destination in mind. My dad would just drive out of town and follow the long roads through the high desert, past any
“Cathedral Thinking” in Practice By Theresa Shaffer For years, when I stood on our property high above Cougar Bay on Lake Coeur d’Alene to observe osprey and sometimes a bald eagle as they soared above the shimmering water,
What Belongs Where? By Paul Lindholdt I stepped away from breaking camp on the Salmon River, stowing dry bags in rafts, and did a sweep of our sandbar before strapping on my flotation device. This site appears on
Greater-Than-Human Communities By CMarie Fuhrman A most unusual field guide to life in our part of the world has just been published. The author of the following story, who is an Idaho resident and one of Cascadia Field
The Bear Facts Story and Photos by Jim Fazio In 1984, when I was a professor of wildland recreation management at the University of Idaho, I spent a week in Boise at the Interagency Fire Center. We had
In Alpine Lakes By Mary Terra-Berns More than a thousand tiny fingerling trout travel in a plastic commercial milk bag full of chilled, oxygenated water tucked into my backpack. I stop on the trail above the lake for
