Family and Fall in the South Fork of Ross Creek We moved West in the early 1970s because we found it quiet and beautiful, and much less busy than Minneapolis.…
Save the wild Scotchmans
Save the wild Scotchmans
Voices in the Wilderness, begun as a celebration of the 50th anniversary of the Wilderness Act, allows people from many walks of life to tell personal stories about enjoyable —or maybe not-so-enjoyable —adventures and personally important moments in wild country. Pieces are written by people from all around the Scotchmans area. Each story tells of the writer’s special relationship with wild places. The stories are funny, touching, scary, inspiring and all rooted in a personal relationship with a place with no roads.
These essays are published in papers around the region including Montanian, Western News, Sanders County Ledger, Bonner County Daily Bee, and Sandpoint Reader.
Family and Fall in the South Fork of Ross Creek We moved West in the early 1970s because we found it quiet and beautiful, and much less busy than Minneapolis.…
By Riley Egan I am a consumer. I take elk, deer, trout, firewood, mushrooms, grouse, berries, experiences, memories, insight, and perspective. I take all of these things selfishly, albeit reverently,…
Calling the big one in. By Shey Hannum I bet you've never heard a hunting story like the one I'm about to tell you; especially from a girl. This is…
Finding the bigger picture By Trinity Wallace I have always been captivated by nature; nature has a way of making my first-world problems seem little compared to the vast majority…
Close Encounters.... of the Moose Kind By Brian Sherry About 25 years ago, I took a couple weeks off work and went to Teton National Park, which I had briefly…
By Mark Sheets Hiking and camping in wild places have been a big part of our family lore. There are many events that are referred to when we are together…
by Jason Martin Schnackenberg Dedicated to the memory of Zach Haines I have had many experiences in the outdoors that have left tremendous impacts on my life and have continually…
By Kristina Boyd For over a thousand nights, I had slept in the same position in my beloved mummy bag: left forearm squashed between my belly and the ground, right…