By Sara Kuta
From TravelPulse
BOISE, Idaho—I’m pedaling along next to the Boise River when a shadow catches my eye. I pause and look up, just in time to see an osprey soaring overhead, a fish dangling from its talons. I hear a group of laughing tubers floating by in the burbling waters of the river below. A cool breeze rustles the leaves of the black cottonwood trees lining the banks.
