The Bear Facts Story and Photos by Jim Fazio In 1984, when I was a professor of wildland recreation management at the University of Idaho, I spent a week in Boise at the Interagency Fire Center. We had
From Sod-Roof Cabin to Boardroom By Gary Randall Midway through my dad’s senior year at Moscow High School in the mid-1920s, he and one of his renegade friends decided to drop out and go to Bolivia to herd
A Clearwater County Economy By Tom Loucks In the early 1980s, when I served as pastor of St. Catherine’s Parish in Kamiah, I met two retired men who had operated businesses in Kooskia and who also had something
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
The Store as Polestar By Nancy Max Photos Courtesy of Nancy Max In late 1945, when my dad accepted a job checking groceries in the Eden store, our family moved there from Twin Falls. We lived in a
And the Remarkable Life of Cyrus Jacobs By Jay Karamales In late summer last year, our volunteer-operated Dry Creek Historical Society in the community of Hidden Springs, a few miles north of Boise, came into possession of an
A Down-Home Mom Goes to Town By Jessi Roberts with Bret Witter In her new book Backroads Boss Lady, New Plymouth resident and mother of four, Jessi Roberts, describes how economic adversity prompted her to start a clothing
A Mine, Memories, and Electric Cars By Russell Steele Last August, my wife Ellen and I joined our longtime Salmon friends, Bob and Alberta Wiederrick, for a rock-hunting expedition that would be capped with a view of the
A Salesman’s Story By Bob Bailey In the 1990s, I worked for a police supply store, selling weapons to law enforcement agencies in Idaho, which meant I got to demonstrate the guns.
Once, when I had some
It started out innocently enough. I enjoyed day trips in my youth with friends on the Payette River in rented rafts and our kayaks. Then came the South Fork of the Payette River. Then the Salmon River. When I was about eighteen and got a permit for the Middle Fork of the Salmon, the sirens’ song of whitewater began to engulf me. Continue reading
