Beneath the cold, clear waters of the Bighorn River, a smooth brown trout flicks their tail, leaning headfirst into the current, hiding within the flowing green water grasses. Tiny flying
After reading about historical river geomorphology, floating the Bighorn River, and generally paying attention to how our society functions, I have realized that we like our rivers like we like
Submerged in the teal kelpy coolness, I revel in the presence of my dear friend once more. This summer, the Pacific Ocean has not only been a friend, but a
As eleven of my classmates and I descended into a slot canyon in the Upper Missouri River Breaks National Monument, a nearby hiker stopped and asked, “How come you aren’t