Forward and Backwards by Vana Buning
Every step that I take my foot gets engulfed into inches of quicksand. You’d think that river hiking would be a breeze, and that might be if you could
Three things I learned in section three by Jessie Sullivan
During my first couple of weeks out here in the desert I felt like I was on a different planet. There are no forests, very few leaves are changing color
Michael Helton: What is Wilderness?
Our first day of section two on the Colorado Plateau with the Wild Rockies Field Institute (WRFI), we hike five miles into Dark Canyon Wilderness, formerly part of the recently
Ponderings on the Sweet Screams of the Woodhouse Toads by Phia Swart
As I sit writing this the waning gibbous just less than full rises gold in the East, fighting through a haze of clouds. We are expecting storms but rain in
Colorado Plateau: Lessons Learned by Nick Palandech
I recall learning about Wild Rockies Field Institute in my first class in college ever, I couldn’t resist testing myself and my limits; I needed something outside of a classroom.
Malia Bertelsen: Public lands in Which Public Hands?
In the distance are two small buttes that protrude from the gently curved ground covered in sagebrush and juniper. These are the Bears Ears. Driving up several days later, we
Sara Llorens Gelpi: Cultural Resilience
After spending about a month running through hot, dry deserts, slot canyons, and a dirty devil of a river full of quicksand, it was thrilling to arrive at our hostess’s
Maddy Guild: Conscious Consumerism
Perfectly placed in the center of a green field filled with scattered sage bushes, stands an octagonal, traditional Navajo hogan. The remnants of a night’s fire slowly puff smoke from
Ada Dunkley: Sense of Place on Sacred Lands
According to Barry Lopez, “querencia” is a term that “refers to a place on the ground where one feels secure, a place from which one’s strength of character is drawn”.
Lena Connolly: Lessons in Patience From the Dirty Devil River
The trail has taught me many lessons; but the one I keep relearning is the art of slowing down. My foot slips below the surface, only to be enveloped completely