In the summer of my distress over weeks of near triple-digit heat and forest fires last year, I racked up a notable first—attendance at a wedding held in a Sagle cow pasture. Continue reading
In 2007 I flew home to northern Idaho from an Alaskan vacation with an unexpected companion in tow. In the cargo hold of the aircraft was an adult bald eagle, named Beauty by her Alaskan rescuers. Continue reading
In the mountains of central Idaho due east of McCall, the mild September day made shirtsleeves comfortable even at an elevation of six thousand feet. Quaking aspens fluttered in the breeze and crimson huckleberry bushes splashed tawny ridges. Continue reading
North of Ketchum in the foothills of the Boulder Mountains, a short way from a sheep trail in a box canyon fronted by a stream, is one huge aspen tree. Continue reading
