IN THIS ISSUE! Albion, Boise, Caldwell, Grangeville, Hagerman, Harvard, Killarney Lake, New Meadows, Meridian, Roseberry, Sandpoint, Silver City, Swan Falls Dam, The Palouse
On April 9, an afternoon rainstorm rolled through Lewiston, where I live, and I set out camera in hand to capture sights from the storm. Continue reading
Two men faced each other on a cold January day. The Oxford deputy sheriff’s sawed-off shotgun was trained on the outlaw as they stood in an enclosure that held the hotel’s outhouses, waiting for Sheriff William Stokes of Albion to return with handcuffs. The deputy had tracked the outlaw to Albion and now was anxious to return with his prisoner to Oxford. Continue reading
Sometimes the lives of our ancestors are encapsulated in a box or trunk discovered in a room upon the death of a loved one. Such was the case of Alfred Frederick (A.F.) McCarthy. Continue reading
As a farm kid, I faced some pretty scary bullies, but I knew the secrets to keeping them at bay. On our farm at the edge of the Clearwater National Forest just outside Grangeville, I faced my bullies at chore time. Continue reading
We were spread out, walking through heavy brush along the route of a long-defunct power line between the old Swan Falls Dam and Silver City, when someone shouted, “Here’s a pole and cross-arm!”
I rushed over to where he was and sure enough, he had come upon a pole top with the cross-arm mounted on it. This great discovery, which confirmed much about the design of a power line more than a century old, was one of many our team at Boise’s Northwest Lineman College has made over twenty-nine expeditions, during which we have covered the entire twenty-seven miles of line from Swan Falls to Silver City. Continue reading
It started out innocently enough. I enjoyed day trips in my youth with friends on the Payette River in rented rafts and our kayaks. Then came the South Fork of the Payette River. Then the Salmon River. When I was about eighteen and got a permit for the Middle Fork of the Salmon, the sirens’ song of whitewater began to engulf me. Continue reading
Moscow’s most famous resident in January 2014, at least among birdwatchers, was a northern hawk owl. Continue reading
I’ve come to this cabin for almost forty years. I come out two or three times a summer, and once in winter, but that’s another story. Even when we lived in Seattle, I tried to come at least once a year. Continue reading
