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
Maybe You Don’t Belong in These Mountains Anymore Story and Photos by Mike Cothern The elk that were scattered across the top of the snow-covered ridge came as no surprise. The hoofed animals had appeared there in the
A Canyon and Its Lore By Loris Addington I was feeling quite pleased with myself that summer morning in 1947. Dad had said I could go with him and my older brother Bruce to a place called No
Could the Dream Be Real? Story and Photos by Jerry W. Davis I noticed long ago that arnicas never grow alone, always in groups. To my mind, these large, bold, yellow blossoms—which are common throughout the lower-elevation pine
Not Exactly Fun, but Inspiring Story and Photos by Michelle B. Coates Sometime during the last forty years, I let myself get out of shape. I blame that on two major surgeries and a decision that eating out
Was It Idaho’s Highest Mine? Story and photos by Ray Brooks Early one evening during the summer of 2015, as I drove up the road from Mackay that leads to Cliff Creek and eventually to Mammoth Canyon, a
A Mind-Body Experience By Nancy Owens Barnes For weeks, the Sawtooth & White Cloud Mountains Trail Map lay spread across my husband’s desk. He studied it hours at a time, following trails with his finger, supplementing the map
On the Centennial Trail Story and Photos by Michael Stubbs Tom Klein swore he wasn’t writing a book and wasn’t having a midlife crisis. He simply wanted to see Idaho on foot—nine hundred miles or more along the
The Mountainside Was Ours By Barbara Morgan People say we Boomers enabled our Millennials to excess, buying them chemistry sets and computers. Encouraging worm dissection on the back porch Science and Nature Club. Enthusing about their thespian productions.
A Solo Anniversary By Kris Millgate It’s my fifteenth wedding anniversary. I lay my fly line on the East Fork of the Salmon River at sunset. I help cook dinner on my truck’s tailgate-turned-table. I mingle with every
