Thimbleberry, lodgepole, lupine, wild roses, oregon grapes, wild strawberries, beargrass, arrowleaf balsamroot; these are the flowers and shrubs that I recognized as we made our way up rocky slopes into the Bob Marshall Wilderness–an area I’ve called my backyard since I was eight years old, when my parents moved my family to the small town

Imagine a continent full of bison… and you have caught a glimpse into North America over 300 years ago, when there were approximately 50 million of them. From the Florida Everglades to the desert southwest to the plains of the Midwest, and the freezing Canadian Rockies. You could look across the landscape from your front

Cold water touches my feet, wrapped up securely in my Chacos as I travel through the Tobacco Root Mountain Range with the Wild Rockies Field Institute’s (WRFI) semester course, “Conservation Across Boundaries.” The water has a bluish-green tint, and is so calm the surface looks like glass. The wind occasionally disrupts the flat water, adding

Less than two weeks ago, my hiking boots were mostly clean and I fell asleep listening to the sounds of the ocean. I was at home in Southern California, where I often drive straight from college to go camping with my parents and my brother at the nearby state beach that we’ve been visiting since

Arriving in Montana for the first time from my hometown, north of Toronto Canada, I wasn’t sure what to expect. To be totally transparent I was equal parts excited and nervous to start the Conservation Across Boundaries course… definitely more nervous. I wasn’t sure what conservation issues would look like. Would they be similar or