Hair like Erik’s
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor The more I came to know the recently departed sage of Sandpoint, Erik Daarstad, the more I thought about moving to Norway. My God, if one could live among...
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor The more I came to know the recently departed sage of Sandpoint, Erik Daarstad, the more I thought about moving to Norway. My God, if one could live among...
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Staff Mattox Farm Productions has proven itself a force for musical good in Sandpoint, bringing nationally touring artists from a wide swath of genres and backgrounds to local stages. Despite...
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff Nothing captures the human imagination quite like space. Likewise, nothing holds so much possibility as space. What’s more, at no time since the 1960s has the public been so...
By Brenden Bobby Reader Columnist Everyone is talking about “the Couplet” right now — you thought you could escape it in “Mad About Science,” but alas, it has invaded your favorite science blurb, as...
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist Last week, sporting a newly gifted Irish apron, I delivered a cookie tray to some neighborhood children when a neighbor couple out for a walk spotted me and assumed...
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Staff For Sandpoint artists Robens Napolitan and Tom Kramer, “it was an art connection” right from the moment they met. Napolitan was handing out art supplies at a community center...
By Brenden Bobby Reader Columnist Fire has been humankind’s greatest ally and adversary for at least 300,000 years. It’s easy to believe that dousing a runaway flame with water will extinguish it, but this...
By Lyndsie Kiebert-Carey Reader Staff Ammi Midstokke isn’t shy about her love for both the outdoors and for learning by doing. Where those two loves collide, a childhood pastime comes to mind: sledding. Midstokke...
Erik Daarstad passed away on Monday, March 13, 2023 after a short illness at age 87. He was born on June 27, 1935 in a small mining town located in the rugged, desolate mountains...
By Brenden Bobby Reader Columnist Every year, around this time I hear a little tap, tap, tap at the window. First thing in the morning, it’s always a little bit disorienting — who is...