On a High Muddy Road By Karlene Bayok Edwards In Long Valley, springtime is a patchwork of snowbanks, abandoned and crusty, curling under to reveal last summer’s dried grasses. Pussy willows in their silvered furs venture out, and
A Solo Sojourn in the Woods Story and Photos by Kim Steinberg The one-room cabin in Stanley is basic: bed, kitchen, bathroom. Faded teal and rose- flowered curtains hang in the cracked window. A glint of light pokes
Remote and Idyllic By Tom Lopez We never know where life will take us. Often we are bounced around like driftwood in a river by occurrences we could not have foreseen. Fortunately, my unforeseen bounces took me to
Two Strategic Lessons By Max Jenkins When our family moved to Grangeville in December 1946, we became part of the Idaho’s largest county by area. Idaho County is bigger than New Jersey and only slightly smaller than Massachusetts.
A Bad Start to a Good Thing Story and Photos by Alice Schenk Bear spray has an expiration date. We were headed back to grizzly country to climb Mount Baird—which at 10,030 feet, is the Bonneville County High
Tales of Backwoods Survival By Karlene Bayok Edwards Photos courtesy of Karlene Bayok Edwards “Hold still now,” Dad would say as he tipped the five-inch blade of his hunting knife beneath our splinters to lift them out. It
The Key to a 30K Trail Run By Kimberly Shepard Sometimes you don’t know how you feel about an experience until it’s over. Take a novel, for example: the beginning may have you rolling your eyes and questioning
Teenagers Who Forged Our Wilderness Hikes By Dan Eaton Photos courtesy of Dan Eaton When you read the logs of backcountry trips in the Big Horn Crags area of the Salmon River Mountains, they describe Beaver Slide Trail
Our Annual “Great Adventure” Story and Photos by Alice Schenk On May 28, 2009, my husband Wayne and I packed a picnic lunch and hiked into Lake Cleveland before the road opened. Cleveland is an alpine lake in Cassia
A Quest to Reach the Tallest Peak in Each Idaho County Story and Photos by Alice Schenk Before the wind came whistling through the day and winter blanketed the landscape, I reached my high point number twelve. My
