From atop his beautiful horse, Limo, the Snake River Stampede’s announcer Boyd Polhamus was quite clear. In unmistakable terms, and with counting fingers held out for all to see, he listed off all the professional rodeos that had celebrated their hundredth anniversary. Calgary, Cheyenne, Pendleton, and Pecos were counted before a pause to announce the […]

I was born and raised in Idaho. The sagebrush, winding through the outcroppings and lava flows, were my playground in Shoshone, Idaho. A great bit of my time is now spent in the Owyhee’s on horseback, when I’m not in the Valley, and it reminds me of a more beautiful version of that sagebrush country.

I have always been a “Native” Idahoan and proud of it. By chance, someone sent me a ticket to Hawaii, as life has been a bit of a challenge for me these past 3 years.

We gathered up the tent, stove, sleeping bags, bug spray, hot dogs, marshmallows, sunblock, more bug spray, chips, fishing poles, and everything else you need to go camping with two four year olds and a seven year old, and headed north to Hazard Lake for a long camping weekend. This was our first camping trip of the year, which from what I have been hearing from other parents, is common due to the late spring we had this year in the Northwest.

We knew we were in for quite a few “are we there yet” conversations due to the fact that it is a solid three hour trip from the Boise area, but with one movie in our arsenal and the comeback of “no, look out your window,” we headed out to go smell dirt.