Not long ago, we got an email at IDAHO magazine from Randy Orzalli, an appraiser of firearms and edged weapons in Sacramento, California. A retired Idaho outfitter in New Plymouth named Trent Bullock had received an old knife
Fight to Live By Holly Akenson Photos courtesy Taylor Wilderness Research Station, University of Idaho For twenty-one years (1982-1990 and 1997-2010), married couple Jim and Holly Akenson, both biologists, lived and worked at Taylor Ranch, a research facility
Rough Landing at Cabin Creek By Suz and Iven Iventosch Suz’s Story “We’ll be back for lunch,” my husband, Iven, said as he and our two sons headed out for a morning of flying and fly fishing at
Images from the Backcountry Eighty Years Ago By Karlene Bayok Edwards Photos by Joe Bayok In 1936, my father, Joe Bayok, used part of his first Forest Service paycheck to buy what he called a “good” camera, a
A Trek to Idaho’s Farthest Point from Civilization By Ryan Means Conservation ecologist Ryan Means and wife Rebecca P.M. Means, a wildlife ecologist, are the forces behind Project Remote, which uses geographic information systems (GIS) to precisely calculate
“The Frank” Almost Conquers the Experts By Kristen G. Nelson The water bottles are empty. Quintin’s mouth has never been so dry. He and Dan can see the river from this vantage point, but between them and the
A Centennial Trail Saga Story and Photos by Michael Stubbs When the black bear appears opposite us, we catch our breath and watch. The bear is running fast. The bear is running up a steep canyon. The bear
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
The memories ebb and flow, from crystal clarity to blurry amalgam. Some things do not dim: the sight of the night sky full of brilliant stars, the smell of pine and smoke sticking to one’s clothes, the bend of the rod and pull on the line, and the sparkling flash of a fish as it breaches the water’s surface. These do not fade. Continue reading
This is a story about a hand-carved redwood sign, Idaho’s backcountry aviation history, and an unusually curious man named Richard Holm Jr.
The sign stood in the huge open flat of Chamberlain Basin, in what was then called the Idaho Primitive Area and is now the Frank Church–River of No Return Wilderness. Chamberlain Basin’s popular airstrip made it into that counterintuitive Frank Church phenomenon, a trailhead located not at the perimeter, but smack in the middle of huge wilderness. The sign had been commissioned by Chamberlain’s then district ranger, Earl Dodds, whose fire control officer, a guy named Jack Higby, built it in 1961. When Jack was finished, the sign measured ten feet wide and seven high, too big to fit into a small plane. It was flown in pieces into Chamberlain, mounted onto huge posts that had been cut and cured onsite, and roofed with lodgepole shingles. It was built to last a century.
The front of the sign consisted mostly of a hand-carved, hand-painted area map. Local lakes were puddles of blue, streams were blue veins, trails were dashed black lines. The back of the sign, where the Forest Service intended to put public bulletins, was decorated with campy, hand-painted human figures. Largest and in the foreground stood a bare-chested Nez Perce man. Behind and below him, a packer led his pack string, a prospector swung his pick, a mounted soldier rode at full gallop. Above all of their heads arced a biplane. Continue reading
