By Bianca Dumas Photos courtesy of University of Utah J. Willard Library Ski and Snow Sports Archives, Alan Engen Ski History Collection I got a one-word text from my son Gordon in McCall: “Whoa.” Attached was his snapshot
Fitness through Wrestling By Kerry Schultz The two wrestlers stood in a circle marked on the mat and stared intently at each other. This was the first time I’d seen a live wrestling match and I imagined the
Alpine Touring Isn’t Crazy Story and Photos by Michael Stubbs Just back from an adventure, I pull into the driveway in my red ‘99 SUV, which I bought in Alaska and have driven as far as a hundred-plus
When Skiing Was Shoeing Story and Photos by Ray Brooks In the fall of 1962, my nineteen-year-old brother returned from a deer hunt with a pair of eight-foot-long, weathered and warped, handmade wooden skis he had discovered in
A Lot of Cars Totaled By Michael Vogt Photos Courtesy of Michael Vogt The author, who compiled an oral history of a horse racing track near Caldwell in the 1940s (“Sage Acres,” IDAHO magazine, January 2021) now does
Power-Walking through the Pandemic By Judy Felton Many years ago, a very wise Buhl School Board made the decision to invest in building an athletics track. It soon became known as one of the best in southern Idaho
More Than Just a Game By Mike Blackbird It was the bottom of the last inning in a seven-inning American Legion baseball game and our visiting Kellogg team led by one run—but St. Maries had the bases loaded
A Farmers’ Racetrack By Michael Vogt Photos Courtesy of Michael Vogt About a mile west of Farmway Road on Homedale Road near Huston—a farming community outside Caldwell that once was a center of Canyon County commerce—stood a racetrack
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
Good at Everything Story and photos by Max Jenkins “They’re a fantastic dance team,” people kept saying. I wasn’t the jealous type, but it was hard not to be a little worried. This was in the 1950s at
