A Solo Anniversary By Kris Millgate It’s my fifteenth wedding anniversary. I lay my fly line on the East Fork of the Salmon River at sunset. I help cook dinner on my truck’s tailgate-turned-table. I mingle with every
IN THIS ISSUE! Bogus Basin, Challis, Clark Fork, Horseshoe Bend, Jerome, Malad City, Payette National Forest, Pocatello, Priest River, St. Maries, Sandpoint, Selkirk Mountains, Stanley, White Cloud Range This content is available for purchase. Please select from available
But Never Again Story and photos by Ray Brooks In August 1973, the first summer I owned an outdoor shop in Moscow, I took a retail client and inexperienced climber named Pete on an overnight climbing trip into
The Story behind a Preserve for Central Idaho’s Wild Horses Story and photos by Andrea Maki It happened in a split second. He felt the subtle release of his lead rope and was off. They screamed for me
Or Nothing at All? By Steve Carr A wise friend told me my columns remind him of the Seinfeld show. “Very similar,” he said, and my head swooned during his perfect pause. “It’s true, just like the Seinfeld
A Tiny School Does “Something Crazy” By Mike Turnlund Photos courtesy of Clark Fork Junior-Senior High School Bonner County in northern Idaho still has not fully recovered from the Great Recession of December 2007 to June 2009, and
By Ruby Tanner Family-oriented and affordable Idaho events get a free listing in our calendar. Here’s how to submit: Deadline: The first of each month. Lead time: Two issues. Next deadline: October 1 for the December issue. Send
Navigating through History Story and photos by Ross V. Walker I’ve been camping with the same two friends, Bruce Gregory and Stephen Johnson, for thirty-five years in a row, and now that they are in California and I am
Racing the Ghosts on the Corners By Kitty Delorey Fleischman There’s just something about cars and speed. It’s always been part of my psyche. I liked it when Dad drove, because he’d pass other cars. Mom almost never
Over Horseshoe Bend in a Sailplane By Peter D. McQuade The man standing on the front-porch steps of the saloon pointed toward a dirt road that snaked along a creek bed before rising out of sight behind a
