On the Tameness—or Lack Thereof—of Grizzlies By Holly Eberhard
On our first afternoon backpacking in Yellowstone’s Lamar Valley, we saw a grizzly bear. We had just set up camp for the evening in a spruce grotto beside the river
Bear Meadow By Julia Schles
We were told that 30 yards is far too close to get to a grizzly. In Yellowstone, you need to be at least six school buses away from them. Our
Expanded Curiosity By Anna Cline
While backpacking during the first few weeks of my 2021 Conservation Across Boundaries course, my biggest internal debate was whether to look up or down. If I look up, I
Landscapes and Lawnscapes by Caden Gallagher
Mountains and meadows, rivers and flowers, Thinking of landscapes I stare at for hours, Great big white clouds and thunder that rings, These are a few of my favorite things!
Fire is a major player in the climate-driven ecosystem changes occurring in Glacier National Park By Ben Carlson
As we arrived at our campsite in Glacier National Park after a breathtaking ride over Logan Pass on the Continental Divide, I felt as though I was home. Glacier’s ecosystem
600 Miles Later…By Rachel French
Day 1, Mile 1. I already had a white knuckle grip on my handlebar when I saw a gory dead deer on the shoulder, blocking my path. My option was
Acknowledging the relationships we hold with the land, people and its other inhabitants By Seneca Norvell
Helen Augare-Carlson felt confused when she first heard the land acknowledgement of her alma mater, the University of Montana in Missoula. A Blackfeet educator, Augare expected a recognition of the
Animals Offer Comfort and Guidance in a Changing World By Lukas Keller
The early morning sun wrapped us in its warm light as we rode toward Choteau, Montana. As we crested a hill and came around a bend, we were greeted by
Learning to Listen to Native Stories By Silas Andrews
My heart heavy, my mind intrigued, and my body attentive, I listened to Hal Herring tell a tale of America’s public lands. Details left and right—the Homestead Act, droughts, Dust
It’s not just a dam, it’s a bridge By Leila Gabrys
We ambled through the fluorescent green tint of the dim concrete hallway. Further down, it was dark. Small streams of leaking water trickled down the tight, rough walls, making the
