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After a Crippling Loss, Thousands Are Lifted from the Ground By George Hage Photos Courtesy of George Hage With evening chores completed I sat in our Boise backyard pasture, gently calling the lambs by name, trying to hold
Trains, Tourists, and a Classic Lake By Mary Terra-Berns My maiden visit to Hauser, a quiet village huddled against a pretty little lake at the southern end of the Selkirk Mountains about a mile from
A Bald Eagle and Her Friends Beauty, the bald eagle featured on the cover of this magazine after she received a 3D-printed prosthetic beak (see “Engineering Beauty,” IDAHO magazine, May 2016), has since become the star of a
In Praise of the Late Idaho Writer Patrick McManus By Pat Walch For my dad’s birthday back in the late ‘70s, I went shopping and picked up a book that had a cute cartoon of a fisherman on
A Mountain and Its Mines By Ray Brooks In August 1969, I found myself on steep and crumbling cliffs high above Boulder Creek, leading other novice climbers and childhood friends into unknown territory with an old hemp rope,
After a Decade’s Wait By Michael Stubbs We hiked for five-and-a-half hours today. I’m tired and hot. My skin is crusted with the salt of my sweat. My arms stick to my shirtless sides. Nevertheless, I hesitate to
Going Back in Time to a Bronco Upset By Garth Profitt Not long ago, I rolled out of bed at two o’clock in the morning, ambled over to the time machine, and typed in, “Boise State University versus
By Amy Story Larson Know Your Tacos INGREDIENTS Asador—Meat is cooked on a griddle, similar to carne asada. Cazo—Filled with items made in a traditional Mexican copper pot. Cazuela—Stewed meat, cooked in clay cookware called a “cazuela.” Fish
By Virginia Woods Meyer You stole my paste!” The accusation pierced the air, shrilled above the clang of chains on the playground swings and the rings from which I swung. Then she hit me. Strong brown hands grabbed
