- May 27, 2018
- 44 photos


Another Memorial Weekend, another desert camping trip with Brenna, this time featuring a venomous antagonist and a Ninja Warrior competition.
Another Memorial Weekend, another desert camping trip with Brenna, this time featuring a venomous antagonist and a Ninja Warrior competition.
We invite the neighbor girls to join us for a hike atop America’s tallest sand dune. We hope to hit the sweet spot between spring mosquitoes and the summer swelter. Oh, and to avoid wind. Wind is a killer on the dune.
We head to the hills just outside of town for a little walk through murder, political intrigue and free gold along Five Mile Creek.
It is just Brenna and I this weekend which means … there will be camping.
For my first winter retreat with Gaia GPS, we ski and snowshoe on record Sierra Nevada snowpack to spend two nights in a hut at 8,000 feet. It’s bound to be good team building.
We head out from home on foot to survey flooding that, like our winter snow, is the highest in many years.
The year’s first stretch of sunshine invites us to spend a day exploring terrain popular a century ago and millennia ago in an unassuming desert canyon.
I borrow Kayla’s Brazil backpack — cerulean with a yellow silk flower — so I can join a co-worker for a short hike and camp trip somewhere around Stanley.
I have had my fill of the place but I think Brenna might find Kuna Cave a fun adventure so her and Hunter join me in the little car for the short drive to dusty spelunking.
Wherein I hike with young ladies among swoopdongles and bibbelty bobs amidst the litterbox smell of blue-berried junipers.
The final mild days of autumn and a new co-worker from Twin Falls, also a photo enthusiast, are occasion to walk the riparian ravine — a green stripe among beige hills — in Boise’s nearby Military Reserve.
Brilliant but cool autumn days beckon us south to explore again the Lake Idaho seabed, hoping for treasures both emotional and material.
This warm and dry spring inspires a hot dog and marshmallow excursion to the Snake River where kids have played on a curious collection of round boulders for a thousand years.
Working on pictures of a previous Hulls Gulch walk brought it to mind. It’s been a few years since we visited. A beautiful, sunny weekend beckons.
We must make the most of our favorite season, walks and rides, fast and furious, before the last leaf falls. We park in Bown Crossing near Brenna’s school for an evening walk along the river before sitting to dinner and perhaps a treat.
She was so excited by the prospect of a simple walk by the river, how could I say no. So after days of intermittent rain, Brenna and I spend two hours walking the familiar paths near home.
She has been asking about it almost daily for weeks and finally we’re making it happen, a camp out for just Brenna and me. I liked what I saw last week motorcycling around Little Jacks Creek so that’s where we are headed with hot dogs, marshmallows and our best hiking flip-flops.
After running through some options to break the television-watching rain routine, we settle on the forty-five minute drive to Jump Creek Falls, what some call a “locals’” attraction because of unclear, zig-zag access through private pastures and occasional use by teen revelers.
Feeling cooped up on a cold weekend while Jessica is away, I suggest a walk along the river. The inversion is finally gone. It should be nice.
Jess and I with our two youngest travel to the southern edge of prehistoric Lake Idaho for a sunny walk around one of the world’s more unique environments.
Jessica and I plan a backwoods cabin getaway at the end of a short hike through snow north of Idaho City. It’s only two days after hernia surgery but I figure I can walk slowly. I didn’t anticipate needing to chop wood.
If I get a snow day then Brenna does too. Roads too slippery for commuting give us a day to see the neighborhood recast in white.
After seeing it alone while motorcycling, I knew the rest of the family would be excited to explore the peculiar landscape of Jordan Craters, made stranger by a skiff of snow.
My mom and daughter joined me for an attempted hike around America’s tallest free standing sand dune.
Brenna visited Upper Hulls Gulch when she was three days old. She seemed to like it. It seems just the thing to get her and all of us out of the house amidst grey winter days.
Warm and partly sunny January weather beckons us outdoors to traipse among the sticks and leaves along the river near our house.
Hunter and I having scouted it first, the ladies decide to join us for another foray into the dark and dusty Kuna Cave.
Having lately visited my first lava tube cave near Shoshone, Idaho, a friend and I decide to investigate the close-by Kuna Cave.
I have noticed Swan Falls dam several times during flight lessons, just minutes from the airport, and have been wanting to drive down to check it out. A sunny spring day seemed a good time to finally explore.
Hunter and I set out with his bicycle in the bed of the truck to explore some of the Oregon Trail above the Boise River near our house.
We have hit Shoshone Falls a couple times and the Indian Ice Cave so this Twin Falls mid-trip adventure, to beat the desert drive doldrums, is Malad Gorge.
A little look-see on the internet suggests we might break the monotony of four Interstate 84 hours with a stop at a famous ice cave not far off the freeway. I’m not sure what an ice cave is but it sounds intriguing.