Under the Big-Shouldered Mountains By Kathy Corgatelli-NeVille When I was growing up in the Big Lost River Valley in the 1950s-‘60s, sometimes just breathing deep outdoors in winter could take my breath away. Overnight lows often dipped to
More Than It Seems By Emily Bonsant As I drive east on U.S. Route 2 towards Montana, I approach an “Entering City Limits” sign that says 712 people live in Moyie Springs, commonly called “Moyie.” But through the
A Niche in the Sun Story and Photos by Eloise Kraemer The drive along Yellowstone Avenue, which skirts the southern boundary of Silverton, brings up vivid memories from my childhood of the walk west along an abandoned portion
Loggers at Loggerheads By George Currier Back in October 2002, IDAHO magazine published a Spotlight City feature on the northern town of St. Maries. This revisit includes the author’s take on a seminal loggers’ strike of the early
Shuttered along the Byway By Kathy Corgatelli NeVille The 140-mile Peaks to Craters Scenic Byway passes through the bare black Craters of the Moon National Monument and Preserve, goes past Idaho’s highest summit, the snowcapped Mount Borah, and
Diary of a COVID Refugee Story and Photos by Larry Cohen As soon as I got to the top of Dollar Mountain, the smaller ski hill at Sun Valley, I ran into a family of mule deer led
Never Heard of It? Good. By J. Nils Lindstrom From 1954 to 1978, I grew up on a farm two miles west of Lewisville, a historically rich community planted on some of the most fertile soil in eastern
Quiet and Busy All the Time Story and Photos by Lorie Palmer Russell I have never understood how people can be bored in a small town. In Grangeville, which has a population of about 3,300, our family always
A Mining Town Remade By Mike Blackbird The story of my hometown, Kellogg, is one of redemption. When I stand today at the condominiums in town where the longest gondola in the Western Hemisphere begins its 3.5-mile journey
A Town with Five Names By Dana Lohrey When I was growing up in Clearwater in the 1950s and 1960s, the small community of Harpster, about seven miles northeast of us, always seemed to me like an extension
