A Trip Report: Through Many Worlds and Back by Cecelia Wronka
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
Seeking Rocky Mountain Birds by Sydney Pine
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
Disturbance in our “human” ecosystem By Conner Conigliaro
Our human civilization often seems far and disconnected from the natural world. Many of us now live in cities and get our food from the grocery store, not the land
More than one way to look at a flower By Anna Feldman
On a gusty day in Half Moon Basin, a meadow surrounded by towering mountains where we were camping, I participated in my favorite school assignment of all time. Every student
Disturbance: Ecology and Lifestyle By Anna Fatta
Last September, we were all beginning our first full semesters of online school. Lab reports, essays, and even exams would be completed from our couches, kitchen tables, and bedrooms. We
Vision and Water by Anna Heinen
Tromping through a tangle of bushes and grasses, I listen for a trickling sound. I know there must be a small waterfall nearby. We’re in Halfmoon Park – a massive,
Lexie Pickett: You should waste your money on a patch kit
My sleeping pad popped on the sixth day of the semester. Gear failure was my worst fear for the course, and it came true at a time when I least
Jesse Stenske: Disturbance is Life
At first glance, these toothpick forests of the Scapegoat Wilderness in Montana want to invade me with fear and loneliness and hang me out to dry in the sun under
Diane Klement: Professor Garter Snake and Bitterroot
Silence. Lichen spreads between my fingertips like spider webs as the callousness of rock scratches against my hands. It is the first day of WRFI’s Montana Afoot and Afloat course,
Joe Gallucci: Miniscule and Mighty
With frozen toes and tired eyes I tread up the hill that rises high above our camp at Halfmoon Park in the Scapegoat Wilderness of Montana. My body is in