Understanding Our Place in the Wilderness by Sam Ryan
What is Wilderness? A place to hike? A government designation? A place where the only sounds are the songs of the birds and the wind shaking the trees? This is
Perspectives on the Colorado Plateau: From Canyons to Civilization by Josephine Caringi
After our time in the Dirty Devil, we abandoned the canyon walls we had called home for the past twelve days, transitioning into a new section involving a concept which
Finding Solitude and Self-Discovery: A Journey through the Canyons of the Dirty Devil by Kate Antone
You never know when an experience or adventure will shape you or change the mindset you have held for so long, until you’re in the midst of it. For the
Echoes of Industry: Navigating the Quiet and the Noise in Green River by Elijah Manzer
As I sat on the dock of Green River State Park I was surrounded by a cacophony of bird calls. I pulled out my phone and opened Merlin Bird ID
To Know A Canyon by Anika Cramblet
Can you know a canyon by their rim? Or must you be drawn in, sucked downstream by their river, immersed within the walls, another being among everyone else? The top
Navigating Canyons and Career Paths by Sierra Deimling
The 10-mile hike out of Horseshoe Canyon lent ample time for reflection. Did I really just move my body over 50 miles through a crack in the earth with my
The Line Between Two Worlds by Zoe Transtrum
WRFI alumna (Restoration Ecology ’21) and field intern Zoe Tanstrum reflects on her recent support of the Montana Afoot and Afloat semester course, finishing in Missoula on October 25. On
Awesome Alumni: Ryder Burliss, Restoration Ecology 2019
We recently caught up with Ryder Burliss, an alum from Restoration Ecology in 2019. Ryder is an avid surfer, mountain biker, backpacker and traveler. And in May of 2022 Ryder
Befriending a Flower by Peyton Reno
By the end of this six-week trip, I have changed quite a bit. At the beginning, I was less fit, unsure of how to backpack, nervous about the bathroom situation,
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