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

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

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

To watch a flower bloom. To watch a flower bloom with six new friends as the sun sinks below the horizon and darkness descends from the sky. To watch a

  Once again, we arrive at the mouth of Horseshoe Canyon. We were here two months ago at the beginning of our journey through the Colorado Plateau. But instead of

While backpacking through the Scapegoat Wilderness, I became fully immersed in the environment around me. I was able to slow down and think critically about the intricate systems that allow

Sink into the moss on the riverbank. Green with many shades that compliment each other – floating on the surface, growing on the bank, smaller shrubs towering above them, but

The wildflowers are fading as fall is fast approaching on the slopes of the Northern Rockies, and I start to notice purple. Tearing my eyes away from the corpses of