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The Pull of Home By Miranda R. Carter The magazine first visited Moscow as a Spotlight City in our April 2002 issue. We figured it was time to have another look. It was one of those nights that
By Les Tanner Northern Idaho 6 Craft Show: This show will have Fine Art, Fine Craft, Crafts and Commercial/Retail exhibitors, but no food booths. Admission tickets are $1 – $2. Post Falls High School, Post Falls 9 Northwest
Above the Waves of Mountains Story and Photos by Tom Lopez I first became aware of Grave Peak when I read, “USFS 1919: The Ranger, the Cook, and a Hole in the Sky,” by Norman Maclean, which was
Fun with Fruit By David E. Metcalf “Mom!” my cousin Dan shouted. The car that was leaving the driveway stopped abruptly. Dan had seen something I’d missed. I wondered what it was and, unfortunately, I soon found out.
This Town and Me By Joshua Kiggins Photos Courtesy of Joshua Kiggins As a teenager, I had fairly typical teenage angst about where I lived. By age sixteen I’d been to a few big cities, obviously knew it
Dan, Grace, and Gold By Robin McRae Photos Courtesy of Robin McRae When my grandfather, Daniel Carrus McRae, arrived in Idaho at the age of sixteen, his lifelong quest for gold began. He died in 1954, when I
Summer Ablaze By Marylyn Cork We had a bit of excitement here in Priest River this summer. On a hot day, wildfire broke out in a timbered, well-settled area only three miles from town. Lots of people, homes
A Recycling Goddess By Amy McClellan Photos by Jodi Gebarowski I was born into a frugal farming family. Waste was neither allowed nor a normal response to everyday life. Plates were cleaned at the table with a final
A 1920s Railroad Boom By Thornton Waite Photos Courtesy of Vee Davenport My interest in the history of Idaho’s railroads, which I’ve had ever since moving here in the mid-1970s, has led to encounters with a lot of
