Small Town Idaho Revisited Four Decades Later By Alan Minskoff In 1976-77, Alan Minskoff and associates toured Idaho to assess the future of its small towns and publish the results in two issues of the now-defunct Idaho Heritage READ MORE
On My First Trip to Idaho Story and Art by Brian Hubble I’m from the East Coast, and had my first opportunity to visit Idaho last June while living for a short time in Seattle. Friends from Sweden READ MORE
I ask my mom for the keys to her car, the way I did when I was seventeen.
I wake up early, drive out of the foothills and down Boise’s State Street, past my dad’s favorite lumber store, to re-enter the hills from a new angle. Every so often, I need a day like this. It’s just me, a water bottle, my wallet, and my camera. No true plan, just a direction. On this day, it’s north toward Horseshoe Bend. I want to go somewhere new in a place that feels familiar.
I live in Maine now, and on this September day, it has been almost a year since the last time I was in Idaho. I moved away the summer after high school, nearly ten years ago. I like coming back in September, the prettiest time of year almost everywhere in the United States, but especially in Idaho. In that month, Idaho is a romance of golds and browns, hard workers and harsh sunlight, open space and wildness.