By Les Tanner Double-checking with event coordinators about the following locations, dates, and times is recommended. Northern Idaho 1-29 Spotted Fawns: MONDAYS. This free upbeat, fun group is a great fit for children ages 0-3. We’ll be
By Amy Story Chicken ‘n Waffle Sliders INGREDIENTS 4 frozen chicken fingers 32 frozen mini-waffles 1 cup prepared coleslaw toothpicks 2 Tbsp. maple syrup PREPARATION > Cook chicken fingers and frozen mini-waffles as per instructions. > Cut each
One Thing Leads to Another By Steve Carr My eight-year-old grandson Ben hopes to be a professional dancer/marketer/pollster and TV game show superstar when he grows up. Frankly, I think his odds are better than average for a
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Ninety Pounds of Rancid Fur Story and Photos by John O’Bryan In our thirty-five years of marriage, Kelly and I have brought into our lives a total of three dogs, two cats, five bunnies, one bird, twelve chickens,
And a Continent of Birds Story and Photos by Shane Sater Unless you know better, the thicket between the Boundary County road and the Kootenai River seems unremarkable. Most people hurry past, ignoring it completely. As a kid,
Move Slowly, Observe Closely Stories and Photos by Austin Reich Welcome back, friend,” I whisper. There’s no reason to think the great blue heron in front of me is the same one from last year, but I know
Tales of Megaliths in the Mountains By Mike Blackbird When my brother Jerry was interested in something, he was totally invested, and his enthusiasm was infectious. In 1979, when I visited him in Idaho from California, where I
At the Alpaca Farm Story and Photos by Lorie Palmer A few years ago, when my husband and I were out for a drive from Grangeville, we ambled down rural Talmaks Road off U.S. Highway 95 just west
Following the Rules By Gary Oberbillig I have never experienced a greater sense of redemption than on a day when I was six years old, lost in fantasy, creeping along a shady trail near McCall. I carried a
