Coming Together, Against the Wind by Leila Gabrys
I was pedaling. Hard. Each gust of wind blasted my raw face, and I leaned into it, groaning. The wind groaned back, hitting me with gusts upwards of 35 miles
Biking with an eye for a more walkable/bikeable Billings By Tara Flood
The house at the corner of 7th Avenue and 23rd Street looks like a 2,400-square foot lunch box with a brilliant tin roof and desert-like landscaping. Mellow, yellow sunlight bounces
Chasing a more natural light By Delaney Harris
The harsh light of the Exxon Mobil conference room is unforgiving. I try to focus on the company spokesperson’s overview of the refinery’s production. The Billings refinery turns crude oil
The Future of Activism is Intentional by Emet Koffman
In the words of the great Bucky Preston (Hopi elder and activist), “I guess I’m an environmentalist.” What was meant by this seemingly simple statement was that through the actions
Echoes of Laughter by Rachel McKay
“Screedle on!” Someone shouts as we descend steep Navajo Sandstone slickrock. This is our third expedition as a group and we are each carrying twelve days worth of tightly packed
The Facade by Lauren Lombardi
It was full speed running. Sand flying, daypacks forgotten, every one of us dying of curiosity for what lay beyond the bend of the sandstone walls. We had reached a
Life Lessons from the Devil Herself by Emet Koffman
I have come to realize that there are very few things I need in order to lead a good life. This revelation was brought on by incessant amounts of mud
Friend of the [Dirty] Devil, is a Friend of Mine by Eliza Maleski
Almost two weeks worth of food and gear descend onto my shoulders in what I know is the largest backpack I have ever carried. I turn around and blindly splash
Wholeness is my Home by Ren Skolnick
We arrived in the middle of the arid pinyon-juniper woodlands with clean clothes, heavy backpacks, and an atmosphere of anticipatory excitement. Our small group of six students and two instructors
The Marks We Make by Alexandra Bierman
A flash of blonde hair disappears in front of me as Lauren squeezes her body into the hole. I step forward–it’s my turn. I squat down low, and slip my
