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
And Two Big Dogs Story and Photos by Annie Zasadny Heavy rain hits my coat and backpack and it feels way too cold to be a weekend in mid-August in Idaho. For more than an hour we’ve been
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
Alpine Touring Isn’t Crazy Story and Photos by Michael Stubbs Just back from an adventure, I pull into the driveway in my red ‘99 SUV, which I bought in Alaska and have driven as far as a hundred-plus
On a High Muddy Road By Karlene Bayok Edwards In Long Valley, springtime is a patchwork of snowbanks, abandoned and crusty, curling under to reveal last summer’s dried grasses. Pussy willows in their silvered furs venture out, and
A Solo Sojourn in the Woods Story and Photos by Kim Steinberg The one-room cabin in Stanley is basic: bed, kitchen, bathroom. Faded teal and rose- flowered curtains hang in the cracked window. A glint of light pokes
Remote and Idyllic By Tom Lopez We never know where life will take us. Often we are bounced around like driftwood in a river by occurrences we could not have foreseen. Fortunately, my unforeseen bounces took me to
Two Strategic Lessons By Max Jenkins When our family moved to Grangeville in December 1946, we became part of the Idaho’s largest county by area. Idaho County is bigger than New Jersey and only slightly smaller than Massachusetts.
A Bad Start to a Good Thing Story and Photos by Alice Schenk Bear spray has an expiration date. We were headed back to grizzly country to climb Mount Baird—which at 10,030 feet, is the Bonneville County High
Tales of Backwoods Survival By Karlene Bayok Edwards Photos courtesy of Karlene Bayok Edwards “Hold still now,” Dad would say as he tipped the five-inch blade of his hunting knife beneath our splinters to lift them out. It
