Winter’s Embrace Fades as Skiers Witness a Warming World.
The sound of precipitation on the roof, a familiar late November percussion in the Rockies at 7,000 feet, typically heralds the arrival of snow. Yet, a recently anticipated storm, predicted…
The sound of precipitation on the roof, a familiar late November percussion in the Rockies at 7,000 feet, typically heralds the arrival of snow. Yet, a recently anticipated storm, predicted…
High on the volcanic slopes of California’s Cascade Range, where the air is crisp and the terrain unforgiving, a brief, intense season is underway: the wild Christmas tree harvest. Between…
At 3:30 p.m. on Wednesday, December 10th, residents of Sumas, Washington, nestled in the Nooksack River floodplain on the state’s northwest border, received a stark warning of encroaching floodwaters. The…
One sunny June morning in western Wyoming, a walk through the sagebrush revealed the astonishing speed and grace of pronghorn fawns, who sprang from near my feet and vanished in…
The United States Senate approved a modest spending package on Thursday, ensuring that several vital science and land management agencies will largely maintain their current funding levels. The legislation, which…
Etched into sandstone, nestled between chaparral, and tracing coastal ridgelines, the trails of California’s Los Padres National Forest are inherently delicate, a fragility now amplified by a rapidly changing climate.…
Ranchers are required to renew permits every ten years to graze their livestock on Western public lands, a process that presents a critical opportunity for government agencies to evaluate and…
High on the volcanic slopes of California’s Cascade Range, amid air thin enough to sting the lungs, a short, intense season unfolds each autumn. Between mid-October’s first freeze and November’s…
Sumas, Washington, a community nestled within the Nooksack River floodplain, received a stark warning of rising floodwaters at 3:30 p.m. on Wednesday, December 10th. The city’s flood alarm blared, its…
One sunny June morning, amidst the sagebrush of western Wyoming, a pair of pronghorn fawns erupted from near my feet, their spindly legs a blur as they sprinted away, vanishing…