I moved to Boise from the town of Marysville, Washington, in 1991 to pursue my dreams at Boise State University. My roots run deep here; my extended family has called Boise home since the Great Depression, toiling the land just above Lucky Peak when they first arrived. Yet, despite my family’s long history in this beautiful city, I never explored the foothills during my childhood visits. Little did I know how much they would eventually shape my life.
When I settled in Boise for college, I took a job at the YMCA, which introduced me to a community of outdoor enthusiasts. A friend encouraged me to take on the Race to Robie Creek, known as the toughest half-marathon in the Northwest. Eager for a challenge, I was excited to test my limits on this grueling course that begins with a relentless climb of 2,072 feet to Adalpe Summit.
To prepare, I began training on the foothills’ trails, discovering a whole new world. The expansive, soft-sand paths were a welcome change from the pavement I had run on in high school, which had left me with frustrating tibial fractures. I relished each outdoor run, surrounded by the golden-hued grasses and vibrant balsamroot. Lower Hulls Gulch quickly became my favorite route—the combination of a running stream and shaded trails provided a refreshing escape on hot summer days.
Nature had a few surprises for me, too. While I admired the Bachelor’s Button, with its striking purple-blue flowers, I later learned it was an invasive weed. Yet, in this wild and beautiful landscape, every experience added another layer to my journey, testing me physically while fueling my love for the Boise Foothills. This stunning area not only transformed my athletic pursuits but also solidified my connection to the community and the land my family has cherished for generations.