Over the course of eight days, near strangers backpacked over thirty miles together through the Scapegoat Wilderness of Montana. Each day was a new adventure and each night we slept
As a kid from the Northeast, I don’t think I was prepared for the unfathomable beauty the state of Montana has revealed to me. As a student studying wildlife biology
In this group, we spend just about every minute we’re awake together, and silence is impossible to achieve. When a solo hike out of the mountains was proposed on our
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
Do I respect my time? Am I living intentionally? What am I seeking from each day? These questions may be perceived differently, but can relate in all. This course has
The Dirty Devil, aptly named by Dunn during Major John Wesley Powell’s 1896 expedition of the Colorado River, is a 200 mile meandering stretch of chocolatey brown waters. It was
Cradled by crumbling walls of deep red sandstone that shield the corners of a vast blue sky, a group of 10 slightly sunburnt and sore-footed backpackers follow the gentle meander