A Novel Supplements the Bare Facts By F.A. Loomis When I was growing up on our ranch in Valley County during the 1950s, trapping ground squirrels was encouraged, because the rodents ruined irrigation water ditch banks. While I
Amid Teeth and Claws By Mary Terra-Berns Pink and orange clouds hovered on the horizon as I pulled out of the Sawtooth National Recreation Area (SNRA) compound in the early 1980s on the critical mission to restock toilet
By Diana Hooley I’m waiting for the first snow to fall—and I’m not alone. Of all the different weather phenomena, what is it about snow that causes us to look forward to it with such excitement? Maybe it’s
Another Perfect Christmas By John O’Bryan Photos Courtesy of the O’Bryan Family I love Christmas but at one point years ago, the music that plays non-stop from November 1 until December 26 almost completely ruined the holiday for
Christmas City, USA By Alice Schenk Clara Schenk usually stayed home to babysit while her mom and dad drove their Model T to Rupert Square to buy groceries. In 1928, when she was nine, Clara finally convinced her
The Life and Times of Austin Case By Gary Oberbillig It’s said that Three Island Ford just below present-day Glenns Ferry was an Oregon Trail crossing of the Snake River so treacherous it always left the fresh grave
Sandhill Crane Courtship By Michael Eggert When I pulled into the campgrounds surrounding Pettit Lake late last June, I had only two goals in mind: to spend quality time with my sister Allie and to get photographs of
The Stuff of Dreams By Gary Oberbillig Back in 1946 when I was nine years old, my stepfather, Austin Case, worked as a mechanic for a tractor company in Boise. He got a call to take a trip
In the Summer of 1958 By Al Kozak When my friend Mert Lawwill and I finished our junior years at Boise High School in 1958, we dreamed about the fun we’d have that summer. For Mert, fun was
Lucky to Be Here Story and Photos by Levi Armichardy With each curve, my excitement grows. I know the road well and can gauge distance by landmarks. From behind the wheel, I frequently scan the rocky cliffs and
