Holding the line
A brief history of the Priest River Experimental Forest and a conversation with the ones who keep the legacy alive By Ben OlsonReader Staff Tucked beneath boughs of western white pine, fir, hemlock and...
Category: Memories
A few thoughts… On the blessings we enjoy
By Sandy ComptonReader Columnist As we approach the new year, we might remember that in spite of the craziness of politics — or maybe because of it — we who live in the United...
The elixir of flame
By Kelly PriceReader Contributor I once struck up a conversation with a vintage woman who was hobbling along a sidewalk with her cane. Her mind seemed sharp, her vocabulary rich and I sensed I’d...
Emily Articulated: A holiday(ish) story
By Emily EricksonReader Columnist I was 15 when my godmother, Chrissy, invited me to Black Friday. It was 2007, an in-between time when everyone had a cellphone, but none that could access the internet....
Idaho magic
By Soncirey MitchellReader Staff Growing up in Sandpoint means learning to identify “Idaho magic” — and I don’t mean admiring the sun-drenched mountains or the sparkles on the snow. For local kids, Idaho magic...
Hunting for connection
By Zach HagadoneReader Staff I shot a turkey the other day — the first one I’ve ever shot, and really the first bird I’ve ever bagged. Unlike a lot of my country-kid pals back...
North Idaho exposure
By Ben OlsonReader Staff When my partner announced she’d never seen the 1990s television show Northern Exposure, I made it my mission to introduce her to Joel, Maggie, Ed, Chris in the Morning, Maurice,...
What the hunt holds
Reflections on elk season 2025 By Lyndsie Kiebert-CareyReader Staff “It isn’t feeling very elk-y out here today,” my dad whispered. We stood shoulder-to-shoulder in the trail, rifles in the crooks of our arms and...
Switching Geertz
How I dismantled my kids’ enjoyment of the ‘6-7’ phenomenon By Zach HagadoneReader Staff I often pity my kids. They have a lot to deal with that I didn’t when I was their age,...
Bloody fingers, happy soul
By Ben OlsonReader Staff My first guitar was used more as a prop than an instrument. I convinced my parents to buy it for me when I was in sixth grade. It was a...
