Keeping a canoe moving smoothly on a calm morning requires nothing more than the person in front pulling in unison with the person in the back; unless the person in…
Category: Voices in the Wilderness
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.
Voices in the Wilderness: The Toddler Trek
On a chilly fall day, after a wonderful Storytime hosted by the Troy library, a group of parents invited my one-and-a-half-year-old daughter and me on a trip to Ross Creek…
Voices in the Wilderness: David Rennke
With all the polarization and strife in the world, it's always interesting to me how different paths can lead us to the same destination. Although I now live in the…
Voices in the Wilderness: Bart George
For most of us, it’s not an accident that we live in the Inland Northwest (INW). Locals that have been here for generations love this place and are proud of…
Voices in the Wilderness: Diane Newcomer
In September of 1960, my husband and I, with our two baby boys, moved to a ranch on Lightning Creek Road. My husband got us settled and returned to California…
Voices in the Wilderness: Rebecca Sanchez
My father grew up in a town on the outskirts of Zurich, Switzerland with his sister and five brothers. The lucky boy had the Alps at his fingertips. He often…
Voices in the Wilderness: Heather Ferrie
What a Grumpy Man & the Wild Mountains Taught Heather Ferrie
Voices in the Wilderness: Don Otis
I grew up in Los Angeles, surrounded by asphalt, noise and a few people. My Mom will tell you that when I was a kid, I would beg and plead…
