The Sound of a Western Grebe Tapping…a story of rescue and gratitude
Note– I wrote this on October 16th –an unexpected drama amid a solo writing retreat at Cape…
“I believe our kinship with all life is at stake. Unless enough of us spend time in…
Puckery sweet huckleberries lined the upper Badger Creek trail within easy reach. Ancient western red cedars flared branches like bird wings. Noble firs, Douglas-firs, and silver firs rose columnar and elegant among Engelmann spruce, western white pine, and mountain and western hemlocks. A Pacific wren dueted with a silvery stream. Badger Creek Wilderness, at 29,000 acres, protects many centuries-old trees and ecosystems of breathtaking diversity.
“The place to observe nature is where you are.”– John Burroughs, Signs and Seasons Peregrination is my…
On July 17th, I had the pleasure of giving a reading at the historic Wallowa Lake Lodge,…
Peel off a chip of my puzzle bark. Go ahead. Peck and chisel. Find every crevice in my amber trunk. I have known you, Downy Woodpecker, a hundred times over. My age cannot be measured by the 500 rings alone. I am river song. Whitecap on lake. Trickling headwaters. Lightning strike on high ridge bursting into flame.
Even a lover of ancient forests likes being on top of the world. Lingering on Mount June, I watch turkey vultures tipping wings at eye-level. The month of June is prime time for wildflowers, warblers, and verdant beauty in every shade of green. Oregon Wild’s Chandra LeGue and I bask in the Hardesty Mountain Roadless Area, the largest wild place within an hour of Eugene and Springfield at about 8,000 acres.
This is the third piece in the series “Every Wild Place Has a Story” for Oregon Wild’s…
A North Carolina kayaking journey leads to an inner sanctum of bald cypress trees living for more…
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