Where Roots Grow Deep By Jolyn Knutti Photos by Gregg Knutti In the southwest corner of Paris stands a very tall cottonwood tree. It’s fondly known in my family as the fairy tree. My ancestors played many fun
Over Our Heads in Every Way By James J. Pizzadili Back in the early 1970s whitewater river travel in Idaho was more motorized than today. Jet boats prowled up and down the Main Salmon River and the Snake
More Than Just a Dance Hall By Nicole Sharp Photos courtesy of the J.D. Smith Family Do you remember? The good old days when we danced all night at Ruby Creek, Horseshoe Bend, Mayfield, etc., to music with
And Walking with the Wildflowers Story and photos by Michael Ridge Thigh-high muddy waters from spring runoff had transformed this intermittent creek into a raging river, and I was in the middle of it. Under me, the horse
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After Divorce, a Retreat By Kim Steinberg Photos courtesy of Monastery of the Ascension Divorce is a death. The death of dreams, the death of a family, and often, the loss of a father. Mine was all three.
By Les 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.
Non-Fans of the Super Bowl By Steve Carr As I write this, the National Football League’s one hundredth season is winding down. By the time you read this, probably all that will remain from your Super Bowl LIV
The Forgotten Lodes Story and photos by Ray Brooks “Rush for Boyle Mountain!” never became a slogan in big-city newspapers in the 1880s. The one-time mining area never enjoyed a post office, and it suffers from going almost
The Cuts That Bind By Glenn Theberge Photos by Linda Theberge The woodstove, there it is in the corner. Black, four-legged log-burner. I never lived in a house with one of these things before. Back when I was
