the West

Taking a new route for Idaho Magazine

 
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“I turn West on 52: this is where the true adventure begins. I’ve never been on this road. It is new geography, but with the same ochre hills and blue, blue sky that I love Southern Idaho for. I take a photo of the hills and the sky and wonder if such a landscape feels as beautiful to someone who wasn’t raised in it.”

Fresh work for Idaho Magazine: a story I wrote and photographed about setting off to find new people and places in my home state.

Images © Greta Rybus

Heading Home // Boise, Idaho

 
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When I tell East Coasters that I am originally from Idaho, there are two reactions: “You are the first person I’ve ever met from Idaho.” or “I knew you were from the midwest!" Sometimes it seems like I am the only person from Idaho living in Maine. And thus, I have deemed myself to be an unofficial Idaho Ambassador. 

Idaho is a pretty cool state. Actualy, it’s really cool, and it gets better every time I visit. It’s not a midwestern state (those are the other "I” states- Iowa and Indiana). It’s the oddly-shaped one in the Rocky Mountains. Yes, we have potatoes. And alfalfa and horses and cornfields. But we also have mountains that rival the Tetons and a city or two that produce good musicians, artists and food. We have the Broncos and the “smurf-turf”. Best of all, we have natural hotsprings and the friendliest people you’ll ever meet.

I’ve lived in a small collection of states and countries, and I now consider Maine my home. But my connection to Idaho runs deeper than I realized. Last week, I went home to visit my family and for the first time, I decided to document Idaho. As I returned to Maine, I watched the plane take off over clear, high mountain desert and eventually land over foggy, autumn-tinged forests; and I considered how lucky I am to have two beautiful meanings of home. 

All images © Greta Rybus