Watch beeps. Groan awake. Clothes on, clothes in backpack, liner in stuff sack, sleeping bag in stuff sack. Pad folded, rolled, molded into the stuff sack. Stuff the stuff sacks
Date: 06/20/2025, day three of the WRFI Restoration Ecology expedition. Location: Mt. Haggin Wildlife Management Area in the Big Hole Watershed, Montana. One minute, the group and I were doing
The American Bison – whose Latin name, funnily enough, is Bison bison – is a symbol of the United States’ identity — a bit ironic since white settlers nearly hunted
The golden rays of the setting sun peek through the branches of the trees as I sit beside the river. The water rushes by, flowing over rocks in waves of
Growing up, my idea of medicine was prompted by a reluctant swallow of an alarmingly pink-red liquid, magically changing the inner workings of my body as a young girl. This
As a kid growing up on the Oregon coast, much of my free time consisted of poking slugs among the Douglas fir and gazing endlessly at tide pool creatures among
I sit on the large rocks that meet the water’s edge and watch the rapids flow into the whirlpool where the river changes course. I close my eyes and listen
Freshman fall of college, I rediscovered my love for biking. It started out as wanting to access the state park north of campus, but then I realized, “Woah, I love
A 95 Ford, bucket of bolts, panels hanging askew, paint peeling rounds the corner into Dupuyer. The car comes to a sagging halt outside of BJs restaurant. A Prius Prime
Transitioning to a circular society is a phrase I often hear with little explanation on what that looks like and how to get there. Throughout my time on Cycle the