It’s that time of year when studded tires are cautiously swapped for smoother treads; when the plow drivers’ working days are waning; when the shoe rack holds snowboots and sandals alike. Just when ...

To the Reader’s Forum: While getting my newspapers this morning (12/30/16), I caught my boot on one of the hard, icy ruts formed after a heavy snowfall, and town plowing, and fell on my keister.

A cold wind from the Blue Mountains carries the scent of sagebrush as it whips your face. Each step stirs dust on the dry path in this high desert plateau in eastern Oregon, where hundreds of ...