Old West Idaho Madams By Milana Marsenich After novelist and therapist Milana Marsenich was contracted to write the new nonfiction book, Idaho Madams, for Farcountry Press, she became fascinated by the infamous women she researched in Sandpoint, Lewiston,
A Shoshone Cultural Revival Story and Photos by Rod Miller What first drew me to a protected valley between high bluffs just northwest of Preston where the Bear River winds? I don’t recall but I have visited numerous
POW Camps in Idaho By John M. Larsen My eyes bugged out in wonder and alarm. The German soldiers crouched low, their weapons flashing as they advanced slowly toward me across the field east of the house. I
Surprise in the Belfrey By Gerald J. Funke On a warm Sunday afternoon, Max Rodriguez came into the sacristy of St. Agnes Catholic Church in Weiser after the Spanish Mass and sheepishly showed me, the pastor, a frayed
No Country for Codgers By Ray Brooks I had been warned about the road from Orogrande Summit southwest of Elk City to the old mining towns of Buffalo Hump. It was OK for about a quarter-mile after the
Fatal Encounters in 1869 By Mark Iverson and Jeff Wade Editor’s note: Boiseans Mark Iverson and Jeff Wade have dredged up some of the most rotten crimes and criminals in the city’s history for their new book, Murder
Listen to the Roar By John M. Larsen We had been sent upstairs, where we lay on the floor in the shadows, peeking over the stairway as the men talked in the living room below. Ed Swinney and
How Idaho Got Its Shape By Keith C. Petersen When I got a question about Richard Nixon’s profile in Idaho’s borderline, I figured it was time to write a book. I once served as Idaho’s State Historian. When
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
A Journey into History By Dana Lohrey Photos Courtesy of the Dana Lohrey Collection I wonder if there’s any gold left? That’s what I used to think when we fished Newsome Creek and other streams along the historic
