Category Archives: Idaho

Stories in Idaho, but outside Lemhi County

Toilet Paper and the Samurai Pooping Position

When you live hours from anywhere, there are some things you just don’t forget when embarking on a road trip. If you have small children, it becomes even more important to have certain essentials, and when I say certain essentials…I mean toilet paper. When the urge comes upon a 6-year-old, it is usually an immediate concern. There often isn’t time to find a gas station or campground, and in rural Idaho, those places may be a long way off. Continue reading Toilet Paper and the Samurai Pooping Position

Famous Potatoes


Unless you have your head buried in the sand, or some other less desirable place, you have heard of the Lay’s Do Us A Flavor campaign. Frito-Lay will pay one million dollars to the person who comes up with a new potato chip flavor that is ultimately voted from four finalists who, incidentally, receive $50,000 each. Sign me up! Right? The winner from the last flavor competition was Wasabi Ginger. It triumphed over Cheddar Bacon Mac and Cheese, Mango Salsa, Cappuccino, and about 14,000,000 million other flavor entries. Still…better odds than most lotteries, but a pretty small likelihood that my flavor will ultimately prevail. Continue reading Famous Potatoes

Hunting Faux Pas

Hunting season is here once again, and I think we need a reminder of what is proper behavior in certain situations; hunting faux pas, if you will. People…parents especially, it is not okay to push down a new hunter to get a shot at a trophy buck. There is no rule that states a first time hunter only gets first shot if it’s a crummy forked horn. Experienced hunters are supposed to be mentors and examples of good sportsmen. Continue reading Hunting Faux Pas

The Venus Child Trap


I had the opportunity Labor Day weekend to go on an overnight camping trip with my boys and a friend with his son. We decided to try Wallace Lake. I was a little apprehensive that it would be crowded because of the holiday weekend. I needn’t have worried; the campground was nearly empty. Apparently, everyone else in the county had checked the weather report. As we unloaded supplies and erected our tents, dark clouds rolled in and a chill wind blew. Continue reading The Venus Child Trap




We recently met some family in Bozeman and had some”Montana” type adventures. They swore not to read my blog again otherwise. We actually had a great time. We toured the Lewis and Clark Caverns, which were incredible (even though they are home to both bats and snakes). We discovered Montana’s rich dinosaur history at the Museum of the Rockies. We hiked to the breath-taking Pallisades Falls, and did a one day trip through part of Yellowstone National Park.

I know exactly what you are thinking: Yellowstone…the National Park in Wyoming. Wrong. It’s the National Park mostly in Wyoming, but also partly in Montana and, yes, partly in Idaho. This geographical fact allows me to claim Yellowstone as an Idaho treasure, and I have planted potatoes in several key locations within the park. If, however, the caldera threatens to erupt; I relinquish all rights and responsibilities to California. Continue reading Yellowstone…Idaho?

A Bunch of Black Rocks…Not


My wife and I (mostly my wife) decided to take our kids to Craters of the Moon National Monument. I have driven past it a thousand times, but had never stopped. One of our friends said, “That’s a long drive to look at a lot of black rock.” I was kind of in agreement, but I didn’t say so. I always enjoyed spending time with my family, so we packed a lunch and loaded up the truck. Continue reading A Bunch of Black Rocks…Not

in baseball, always bring something to throw


Not long ago, I took my 10 year old son to play in the Madison All-Star Baseball Tournament. It was just to be him and I; a father-son road trip! I thought we would have a deep, meaningful visit on the ride there, but Mason slept all the way to Rexburg. Instead, I played dodge-a-deer with my wife’s car on Hwy 28 and tried to keep my own eyes open. I entertained myself by jerking the wheel back and forth and screaming every so often. Mason would wake up wide eyed, looking all around. I would pretend I didn’t know what happened. Continue reading in baseball, always bring something to throw