Chloe Williamson: The Privilege of Choice
Not In My Backyard, not through the oak trees and my childhood playground, not through my favorite fig tree that produces fruit in August, not through the grass that stains
A Montanan Landscape: Sunsets, Cattle Ranches, and Power Lines by Parker Eversoll
After riding nearly 500 miles thus far on my touring bicycle from Billings to Dupuyer, Montana, I have seen countless ranches, sherbet sunsets, mountain ranges, and other features that make
Earl Clark: Limited Priority
If we’re to take something away from our dominant fossil fuel-based energy system, it’s that too much of a good thing is a bad thing. With their subsidization, abundance, and
Livi Hackbarth: Energizing by Complicating
Hopping on a bike weighing 100 lbs, awaiting what would be a 700 mile trek across the Montana landscape with 13 other strangers is nothing short of an overwhelming experience.
Chloe Williamson: Through the Eyes of Each Other
Today marks our 100 mile mark on our 700 mile journey through Montana. After our 42 mile ride, we coasted down the Main Street hill into Roundup, passing by lines
Earl Clark: Solutions are not Simple
After a thoroughly educational talk with Mike Scott, a farmer from Billings, about the effects of an oil spill on his land and the surrounding community, we went inside his
Emi Okitsu: I don’t have a chocolate, can I have yours?
While biking up the hill in Eastern Montana, I thought about my arrival to the United States three years ago. Now I am studying energy issues and climate change while
Cory Couture: Chemical Dependency
How long can you go without a cup of coffee? Tea? Red Bull? Do you get headaches if you miss your morning cup of coffee? If so, you are chemically
Parker Eversoll: Coal Stops Burning, yet Green Jobs Start Turning
The multi-billion dollar coal industry is dying; there I said it. Many of you most likely already know that coal operations are being shut down, downsized, and once-prosperous energy moguls
Zoe: Water is Life
Listening. To the wind, whipping the Colorado River into a frothy turquoise skin. To the sound of rain pattering across my sleeping bag. To the slow hollow slap of Lake