Borah, Church, and Donaldson Peaks Story and Photos by Michael Stubbs In 1984, I was five years old and living in Twin Falls. My family moved there the year I was born, so it was the only home
During a Gold Rush Revival By Clete Edmunson Photos Mary Edmunson Collection John H. “Jack” Edmunson II, my Grandpa Jack, took his horse down Warren Creek throughout the spring, summer, and fall to get the meat he needed
Years on the Middle Fork Story by John Carter Photos Courtesy of John Carter In 1933, shortly after the marriage of Lydia Mae Connet Carter and Vernon Silas Carter, who were to become my parents, the newlyweds decided
Secret and Celebrated Story and Photos by Michael Stubbs One winter, Dave and I visited the yurt without Rusty. He was recovering from an injury and needed someone to knock snow off the roof and perform general maintenance.
Fun Almost Beyond Belief By Dona Kay Faubus I met her at the swimming pool. We were about the same size, but she was blond with blue eyes and I’m a brunette with brown eyes. We were both
Snowed-In With a Vengeance Story and Photos by Clell G. Ballard My late father, Claude Ballard, became postmaster in Fairfield, the seat of Camas County, in 1934. In our extremely small community, he knew everyone who received mail
Watch Out for the Cops By Ed Fischer Two days after a sixteen-hour marathon climb of Wyoming’s Middle Teton in the summer of 2004, my buddy Aric and I were still too whipped to do any hiking, so
They Call It True Grit By Tom Lopez “Rock!” The shout rang out from above. Click, click, clack, bang, and then the sound of a rock whizzing through the air was followed by silence. The softball-sized rock Daniel
Cold but Not Alone By Michael Stubbs In 2016, the author wrote about accompanying Tom Klein on part of his sporadic quest to hike the more than nine hundred miles of the rugged Idaho Centennial Trail (“Along with
Bridge-Jumping, the Secret Service, and a Miner’s Grave By Michael Stubbs Gravity Christopher Cuhaciyan cannot let go of the railing. Twice, three times, four, he spreads his arms and legs in a firmly grounded jumping jack. “Here I
