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
Packing into the Wilderness Story and Photos by Levi Armichardy I wake at 4 A.M. to the sound of my dad moving around the one-room cabin. A click of a lighter, and then the space is dimly illuminated
Eighteen Years on the Line By John Beckwith An eerie voice came out of the night, over the radio from “The Butte,” or Squaw Butte north of Emmett, now officially named Sehewoki’l Newenee’an Katete. “This is Friday. I
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
Dear Editor, I enjoyed the article by Ray Brooks about his time with the Forest Service [“Close Calls,” IDAHO magazine, January 2023]. He and I were contemporaries in the agency for a few years. I worked on the
In the Depths of the Shallows By Kendra Nemeth Army crawl: incrementally moving forward by shuffling your elbows and knees while lying flat on your stomach and supporting your upper body with your elbows. When we think of
On the Forest Fire Crew By Ray Brooks Our vintage bubble-canopy, three-seater helicopter was poised for takeoff from the summit of 8,400-foot Dollarhide Mountain west of Ketchum. It was almost dark on this day in 1969 and a
After Decades Away Story and Photos by F.A. Loomis When I was last a lookout on the Payette National Forest, Bruce Jenner won the decathlon at the Olympics. That was 1976. Now she’s Caitlyn Jenner. Times have changed.
To Plant and Replant By Mathew Purtee Photos by Karen Purtee My parents, who worked hard their entire lives and raised three children, decided in 2012 to retire on twenty acres in the middle of northern Idaho. My
Wind Changes Everything Story and Photos by Mac Tippins Trees snapped like matchsticks. It sounded like a firefight in Vietnam. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel of the old pickup, cringing at the specter of falling
