Yellow Pine: Pioneer perfection

On September 22, 2019 by Judy Nichols With 4 Comments - Blog, Our wanderings

A view of Yellow Pine.
The view from Jeff and Ann's porch.
Ann loading up her hot pot for dinner.
Jeff making his killer salsa.
Al fresco dining with, from left, Teri, Ann, Diana, Tom, Chuck, Barry and Jeff.
Mexican Train by lamplight on a packing box on the back porch.
Memorials for Molly and Poco.
Jeff riding his bicycle, which keeps him in shape for wilderness rescue hikes.
Ann by the East Fork.
The bathtub on the East Fork.
Barry with his plane on the grass airstrip.
A plane takes off from the grass airstrip.
The White House on Bryant Ranch.
The original wood stove in the White House.
Bear claw rips in the screen door of the White House from when a bear came in and sat on the couch.
The three-tiered fox barn on Bryant Ranch.

Yellow Pine, Idaho, is rooting into in my heart.

It’s a modern pioneer town of about 50 people, 70 miles from the nearest town, carved out of the wilderness on the East Fork of the South Fork of the Salmon River as a stopping point for miners. Its post office opened in 1906.

Every time we visit, we learn to love it a little more: its remoteness, its natural beauty, its unique residents, and its quirky rituals.

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Yellow Pine: Now you know about it, forget it

On August 16, 2017 by Judy Nichols With 12 Comments - Blog, Our wanderings

The beautiful view on the road into Yellow Pine, Idaho.
Harmonica festival goers swell the ranks of Yellow Pine from less than 40 to around 2,000.
Harmonicas rule the day.
Jeff, on the motorcycle he uses to respond to medical calls, complete with a temporary set of horns that Ann installed.
Ann checking out an injured foot in front of the store the first year we attended the festival.
One of the festival goers and her cat.
Jake, lead singer for Guess When?, belts out one of the band's songs on the main stage.
Jake, lead singer for Guess When?, pulls out the bagpipes as the band goes back to their Celtic roots.
One of the regulars on the steps of the tavern.
People dancing in the tavern the first year we attended the festival.
The audience at the tavern includes dogs, when they are lucky enough to get a seat.
Robby Kap, one of my favorites, plays in the tavern.
One of those dancing the first year we attended the festival.
One of my favorites playing Amazing Grace the first time we attended the festival.
He plays dirty.
Another harmonica player we heard the first time we attended the festival.
A crowd of neighbors and friends gathered on Jeff and Ann's back porch.
Ann and Tom, collaborating in the kitchen.
The beautiful water.
A deer up near the mine.
People playing in the river.
Pizza out of a handmade brick oven.
Flowers cover the hillsides.
A view of the East Fork of the South Fork of the Salmon River,

I’m going to tell you about a place I love, and then I’m going to tell you to forget about it. Well, maybe not altogether, but mostly. Because, like Boo Radley, exposing it to too many people might kill it.

Yellow Pine, Idaho, population about 40, sits on the East Fork of the South Fork of the Salmon River, at the end of a 32-mile, one-lane, paved road, then about 15 miles of unpaved road.

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