And Lack of It Almost Killed Me Story and Photos by Jessica Tookey A curly-headed little girl barely old enough to hold a pencil began to draw and to write under the tutelage of her older sister, using
By Ruby Tanner In spite of our efforts to ascertain that events listed in our calendar are described accurately, cancellations or changes due to weather, illness of performers, and other such things, although rare, are bound to occur.
The Old Way in New Idaho By Jim Akenson with Holly Akenson The Akensons, both biologists, spent twenty-one years over three decades (1982-1990 and 1997-2010) at the University of Idaho’s Taylor Ranch in the Frank Church–River of No
On the Cusp of Change Story and Photos by Elise Barker From our home on the West Bench in Pocatello, we have a view of Chubbuck. The two cities have always appeared indistinguishable to me (the lights twinkle
By Amy Larson Bonfire Pizza Chips SAUCE INGREDIENTS 1 ½ Tbsp. butter ½ Tbsp. oil, whatever you have on hand 2 tsp. garlic powder ½ c. heavy cream or sour cream ¼ c. milk ½ c. parmesan cheese
The Saddle Blanket Weaver By Georgia Wier On a drive back to Oregon in 2013, after having spent ten years working as a folklorist in Colorado, I arranged to make a stop in Idaho to meet Linda Morton-Keithley.
Ask the Marshmallow Bunny By Steve Carr I’m writing this on a Monday after having enjoyed a lovely weekend of honey-glazed ham topped off with dozens of tiny tin foil-wrapped chocolate eggs. I refrained, however, from other holiday
The Story Behind Harriman State Park By Rick Just Maybe I misjudged the Harrimans. Almost three decades of working for the Idaho Department of Parks and Recreation helped me to appreciate the importance to the agency of the
College Baseball As a Rite of Passage By Drew Winkelmaier Joel Bate, the athletic director at the College of Southern Idaho, doesn’t want new recruits to arrive in Twin Falls during daylight hours because, he says, “They do
Could the Dream Be Real? Story and Photos by Jerry W. Davis I noticed long ago that arnicas never grow alone, always in groups. To my mind, these large, bold, yellow blossoms—which are common throughout the lower-elevation pine
