To Make Change You Have to Make Fun by Annika Mannix
“It’s not worth it if it isn’t fun – Elizabeth Woods, 6/16/25 On Monday, we departed our campsite in Roundup and headed to Elizabeth Woods’s house, a five minute ride
Living with the Land by Luke Ilfeld
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
Conversations and Coal: Touring Signal Peaks Coal Mine by Owen Kotula
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
Finding Common Ground with Prairie Dogs by Wyatt Slack
Pack up, gear up, and a quick bicycle check up: the group got ready to leave. It was the first day on our bikes, from one ranch to the next.
The Uphill Climb of Shifting to Renewable Energy by Ella Vander Velde
Coming from Illinois, I am not used to hills. I look ahead of my spinning front tire as the gravel road looms in front of me. From a distance, the
What’s Shaking in White Sulphur Springs? by Emma Hamilton
What’s Shaking in White Sulphur Springs? Embracing spontaneity to lever climate action By Emma Hamilton (CTR ’23) After a week of cycling across Montana, I left the Spa Hot Springs
“More Fire, Less Ice” by Jack Whamond
“More Fire, Less Ice” was Daniel Lombardi’s summary of the effects of climate change in Glacier. Daniel is a Communications Specialist for Glacier National Park whom we met with to
The Power of Listening by Hannah Espenschied
Though I am originally from a beach town, riding into the Bonogofsky ranch immediately felt like home. As the late afternoon sun began to slowly descend, I sat in a
Fire is a major player in the climate-driven ecosystem changes occurring in Glacier National Park By Ben Carlson
As we arrived at our campsite in Glacier National Park after a breathtaking ride over Logan Pass on the Continental Divide, I felt as though I was home. Glacier’s ecosystem
600 Miles Later…By Rachel French
Day 1, Mile 1. I already had a white knuckle grip on my handlebar when I saw a gory dead deer on the shoulder, blocking my path. My option was