Lolo Trail Mountains
It's great
to plant
trees in
snow melt
roars in the
and  when frost
crisps the brushfields
red in the Bitterroots.  
Steep ridges of shrub and
rock, young larch and fir,
bleached snags:
remember the great fire
of 1910, when Pulaski
forced his men into a
mineshaft, to survive;
when the train got away
from Wallace on flaming tracks.
Luck still touches some of us: remember
the crummy, upside-down in a pond (the con-
sequence of driving to camp without headlights
after the bar closed in Elk City). Good money
and good times on a Kelly Creek clearcut, in a
Pierce tavern, in the Grangeville Hotel. Remember
swimming holes on the Salmon, hot springs baths, the log
truck driver dancing with his daughter, a bear with rose hip scat,
a meteor shower in Orion, the woman that night in Orofino.
Remember Idaho is too great to pass nonstop on the freeway.
Idaho history records that in August of 1805,
Lewis and Clark  crossed into north Idaho over
the Lolo Trail in the
Bitterroot Range of the Rocky

Idaho was admitted to the Union as the 43rd state
on July 3, 1890 by President Benjamin Harrison.  

Her motto is
"Esto Perpetua" (Let it be
perpetual).  Nicknamed The "Gem State", the
garnet  is the state stone and comes from only
two places in the world; India and the northern
Idaho counties of Latah and Benewah.

The Idaho state bird is the
mountain bluebird and
the state horse is the

monarch butterfly  is the state insect, the  
western white pine  the state tree, and the
syringa  is the state flower.

Huckleberries  are the state fruit, and I bet you
can guess what was named the state
Lewis and Clark
Idaho the 43rd state
Idaho Star Garnets
Mountain Bluebird
Written by Howard Horowitz, Ph.D. University of Oregon,
biogeographer. He traveled Idaho's forests as a contract
reforestation worker for the U.S.F.S. between 1973-1982.
Famous Idaho Potatoes
Click on the word IDAHO to take a tour around the state
Click the name IDAHO above to explore regions of Idaho
Me an' Mason Williams,
Down the Garden Path
Bonnie Cochrane Hirsch,
Boise ID  (circa 1930's)

How bout them zucchini growers,
aint they good?
Sneakin they old squash
around the neighborhood.
Always grow too many,
never pickem small.
Stuffem down the family
til they wants to bawl.
Watchem growin faster
than they hands can pick.
Servem every dinner
til they gittin sick.
Never pickem liddle,
lettem grow too big.
Feedem to the neighbors,
feedem to the pig.
How to grow zucchini?
Quickest thing around.
Gitcherself a buncha seeds,
shove em ina ground.
No Title
by Rob Moore, Troy, ID
Date unknown

In Troy there's a bar just like your house
only better; your wife's not there.

Long white curtains hang over the square
window like they did in the kitchen at home
those late nights after the baby slept
and your wife lay tossed in exhausted sheets
and you stayed awake, smoking, listening
Jim Beam neat in a jelly glass, wood table
in front of you worn smooth as trouble by
the buffed fog of alcohol.  

Nobody bothers to clean the ashtray.  The door
stays closed. Women walking by on the street
outside peek over the curtain but they don't see
you. There's more whiskey than you can drink
in a lifetime, try as you might, in the clear
bottles stacked like cordwood against the cold.

The glass always holds enough oblivion
Old Idaho
Found on a vintage postcard
Author Unknown

Take me back to old Idaho,
Where there's plenty room and air;
Where's there's cottonwood an' pine trees,
Bitter root and prickly pear;
Where there ain't no pomp nor glitter,
Where a shillin's called a "bit,"
Where at night the magpies twitter,
Where the Injun fights were fit.

Take me back where the sage is plenty,
Where there's rattlesnakes and ticks;
Where a stack of "whites" costs twenty,
Where they don't sell gilded bricks;
Where the old Salmon river,
An' the crystal Coeur d'Alene
Makes green patches in the lava beds,
Where prosperity reigns supreme.

Take me where there ain't no subways,
Nor no forty-story shacks;
Where they shy at automobiles,
Dudes, plug hats an' three-rail tracks;
Where the old sun-tanned prospector
Dreams of wealth an' pans his dirt,
Where the sleepy night-herd puncher
Sings to steers and plies his quirt.

Take me where there's diamond hitches,
Ropes and brands and ca'tridge belts;
Where the boys wear chaps for britches,
Flannel shirts and Stetson felts.
Land of alfalfa an' copper!
Land of sapphire an' gold!
Take me back to dear Idaho,
Let me die there when I'm old.
IDA*HO Songbook Cover
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Clarkston, WA
12,662 ft.
Missoula, MT
Mullan, ID
Pullman, WA
Lolo Pass ~Idaho entry  of Lewis & Clark
Bitterroot Range
Grand Tetons
American River, Elk City, Idaho
Chief Joseph 1840-1904