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Mary Jane’s Farm

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Growing Organically and Cultivating Fame in Rural Moscow (Idaho, Of Course) By Carol Price Spurling Nestled at the base of Paradise Ridge, in the rolling Palouse hills eight miles south of Moscow, lies a small organic farm, a

Backcountry Winging It

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A Nerve-Wracking Flight in Central Idaho By Linda J. Henderson Photos by Bud Henderson “OK, now we’re going into aircraft carrier mode,” our pilot said. I peered through my Plexiglas window and saw nothing but forest and jagged

Dietrich Native Dan Costello

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Teaching, Gigging—Just Playing Music for the Love of It By Ryan Peck If you were to whistle him a melody, Dan Costello could instantly play the melody back for you on his guitar. But it’s not just his

Missouri Ridge

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Rocking R Memories By Marylyn Cork Spring has come to Missouri Ridge, that low rampart of humpbacked granite knobs running westerly down Dufort Road in North Idaho’s Bonner County. My father, who owned part of it, always called

Stanley–Spotlight City

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A View of the Sawtooth and White Clouds Mountains Defines This Central Idaho Village By Ryan Peck The view from Stanley is the type of image you find framed and prominently placed on the walls of offices all

The Plumb Simple Radish

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By William Studebaker My neighbor Tom told me, “It’ll be another couple weeks before we can start farming. We don’t even plant beans until late May or early June.” Well, I don’t farm, but I do raise a

The Boyfriend Test

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First Place, Adult Division, 2005 Fiction Contest By Ciara R. Huntington There are few things more terrifying on this Earth than standing at the door to your girlfriend’s father’s house and mustering up the strength to knock. Especially