Many things went well in 2014. We grew and sold more produce than ever. The weather was cool and rainy, but we missed out on the flooding and terrible storms that plagued other parts of the state. Means our fall crop offerings will continue to expand.

Tales from the High Divide of Idaho and Montana. Welcome to the Far Out Almanac. I grew up in Idaho, but had never stepped foot in Salmon until I got off the Middle Fork of the Salmon River in 1995, stopped for gas in Salmon, and headed down south.

Where is the Farm? March 14, 2018. Whoa, took a trip out to Frog Hollow Farm yesterday. And I got up quickly. Whole garden engulfed in flames. It was bone dry in November, lots of dead leaves everywhere, maybe lit up by an errant cigarette? Remember that book, The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein? Maybe becau.

A wheelchair ramp leads to a tree ringed tile plaza. By the front doors, a vending machine gives anytime access. I entered through security gates and found a nice display of new materials.

Looking Back and Dust Bunnies. Day three; Go take a hike. This gallery contains 20 photos. Good thing I slept soundly because I was awake with the rising sun. Hit the ground running, and keep on going. After my first busy day. We visited the 13th century Abbey of St.

Podunk has lost a great citizen. Actually, Podunk is now minus one especially naughty dog. My evil yet charming Romeo has moved on to the Happy Hunting Grounds. For him, that most likely involves Every Day is Trash Day. Romeo was not a brave dog. He was afraid of other dogs, most cats, thunder, fireworks, deer, and cottontail rabbits.

No one should have the right to pursue these beautiful fish unless they accept the responsibility of the their preservation. But late July found me standing in a refreshingly cool Oregon river where the water temps were in the range to safely hook and release a steelhead. The rub? Sunrise found me fishin.