The trailer rattled along the unpaved roads leading into the Bob Marshall Wilderness. It was the only thing breaking my trance as stands of Quaking aspen waved at the window

During the SCSA course, everything was dubbed a teacher, a carrier of knowledge and wisdom. Academia coupled with nature-based experience transported me into a realm of knowing that pushed boundaries,

The sun beat down on us on our first twenty six miles from Billings. We got off to an easy start after our lengthy car ride from Missoula, staying on

Ki’s ears quivered and twisted, tracking the movement of the prairie dogs like sunflowers track the sun.[1] Their head flicked back and forth inquisitively, sometimes side-eyeing the ground, ears pinned

As our Cycle the Rockies team arrived in Billings, we met with various locals to discuss ideas associated with energy and climate issues and how these concepts have affected their

Boots laced up and skin lathered with sunscreen, we wove our way through the neighborhood until we saw Fidel. He flashed us a wide smile and welcomed us, handing us

I can’t count how many times I’ve walked into a store or up to a vendor that sells arrowheads or collected shards of pottery at skyrocketing prices. I am usually

“Controlled-burn is a dirty word around here.” This is what we heard from Joseph Weathers, the owner of the wool mill we had toured in Mora. He walked us through

“A scientist who has lost a sense of wonder, or scientists who try to teach facts without feeling, will not find their work transformed into the wisdom and knowledge that

Wild water rushes over my toes, the scent of the river guiding me deeper. Cold seeps into my limbs, washing me awake until I begin to sway with the grass