Like good jazz, the surrounding forest and stream make their own music.

Just finished a six day marathon trip to eastern Montana...

Each year we bonk more and more fish, and each year it becomes more and more apparent that there is a problem...

I will relish in the first 70 degree days of late spring as the snowmelt passes. I look forward to the aching legs and weathered skin of summer.

I had been watching a high-pressure break for a week, pouring over maps and predictions, hoping it wouldn’t collapse like a Peep in a vise when it reached land.

No one is going to hold a gun to your head and say, “Steward… or else!”

I sat on a point near Lopez that jutted into the Ocean and watched the sun retreat, letting go colors to the sky.