by JEREMY WATTERSON
Big wheels met little wheels at the Wallace Founder’s Day parade. Photo by Danylle McLain Town names throughout North Idaho’s Coeur d’Alene Mining District more often than not pay homage to the men (or in one case, donkey) who first discovered the rich mineral lodes that made the communities destinations for generations of hard rock miners who followed in their boot tracks.
A comic book collector since childhood, Jaimz Lucero said it was kismet 16 years ago when he was randomly assigned a phone number for a comic book store that had gone out of business in Boise. “Fate threw me a bone, so I ran with it.”
by STEVE HEIKKILA. Sour pickles. Brine pickles. New York deli kosher dill pickles. The old-fashioned dill pickles your grandparents used to fish out of a big barrel down at the general store. What do these pickles have in common? They’re lacto-fermented dill pickles.
As we listen to the hiss of a forge and marvel at a farrier pounding and shaping a red-hot glowing horseshoe, gunfire suddenly erupts from a nearby saloon at Adobe Flats, a re-created historic town near Montrose, Colo.