Could the Dream Be Real? Story and Photos by Jerry W. Davis I noticed long ago that arnicas never grow alone, always in groups. To my mind, these large, bold, yellow blossoms—which are common throughout the lower-elevation pine
Not Exactly Fun, but Inspiring Story and Photos by Michelle B. Coates Sometime during the last forty years, I let myself get out of shape. I blame that on two major surgeries and a decision that eating out
Was It Idaho’s Highest Mine? Story and photos by Ray Brooks Early one evening during the summer of 2015, as I drove up the road from Mackay that leads to Cliff Creek and eventually to Mammoth Canyon, a
A Mind-Body Experience By Nancy Owens Barnes For weeks, the Sawtooth & White Cloud Mountains Trail Map lay spread across my husband’s desk. He studied it hours at a time, following trails with his finger, supplementing the map
On the Centennial Trail Story and Photos by Michael Stubbs Tom Klein swore he wasn’t writing a book and wasn’t having a midlife crisis. He simply wanted to see Idaho on foot—nine hundred miles or more along the
The Mountainside Was Ours By Barbara Morgan People say we Boomers enabled our Millennials to excess, buying them chemistry sets and computers. Encouraging worm dissection on the back porch Science and Nature Club. Enthusing about their thespian productions.
A Solo Anniversary By Kris Millgate It’s my fifteenth wedding anniversary. I lay my fly line on the East Fork of the Salmon River at sunset. I help cook dinner on my truck’s tailgate-turned-table. I mingle with every
Through trees on a steep trail in the Selkirk Mountains of northern Idaho, I looked upward and finally saw our destination, at an elevation of six thousand feet. Continue reading
Hoping to see more of the rugged landscape below me, I edged closer to the point of the rim between merging canyons in Idaho’s Bruneau-Jarbidge Rivers Wilderness. Continue reading
I’ve come to this cabin for almost forty years. I come out two or three times a summer, and once in winter, but that’s another story. Even when we lived in Seattle, I tried to come at least once a year. Continue reading
