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Spokane, Washington  Est. May 19, 1883

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The prize is not at the finish line | Ammi Midstokke

“Hello?” A voice echoed through the trees, like the afternoon sunlight streaking between the boughs. I was standing on a tree myself, a mess of woody carnage that had blown down in a recent gust – the kind that uproots and snaps behemoths as if they were kindling.
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The slugs are lushes | Ammi Midstokke

The fickle nature of May and June temperatures have the garden stunted, sad and anemic. Even the leaves of the zucchini look like nothing more than a fig leaf covering the tiniest cherub’s wee bits.
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From top of the world to depths of despair | Then & Now

For 16 years after becoming (briefly) the youngest American to summit the world’s highest peak, Jess Roskelley continued to pack his life with achievement – earning income and accolades as a welder, tying the knot with the woman of his dreams and climbing into an elite echelon of American mountaineering – before it all came to a sudden tragic end in the Canadian Rockies.
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Peak of desire: John and Jess Roskelley looked death in the eye on their ascent of Everest but never wavered in their common goal

Only as an afterthought did John and Jess Roskelley talk about the corpses in their route through the Death Zone of Mount Everest. On May 30, 2003, their first morning back in Spokane and 10 days after standing on top of the world’s highest peak, the father-son team woke to other concerns in a strange land they call home.
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Quaking quail

A California quail calls from a pine tree on Tuesday. Reader David Bessen took this photo on Spokane’s South Hill.
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Swimming and our ancestral protozoa | Ammi Midstokke

One of the most redeeming qualities of being a writer is that one has a well-developed imagination. While it has often convinced me that sounds outside my tent are bears, coyotes and Sasquatch, it has also spent the last several months telling me I glide through the water with increasing fishlike grace.
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The Ride of My Life | Rich Landers

The pureness of the Bikecentennial mission captured my heart and led me years later to serve on its board as the nonprofit transitioned to Adventure Cycling. I could think of nothing more purely beneficial to civilization and the planet than encouraging more people to ride bikes. I was a wide-eyed Montanan who knew little about the real world except that I wanted to see it. The bicycle was my vehicle to that end, breaking down barriers like a tank.