For Everything There is a Season (or Two)

On Fourth of July weekend I’m at 6,100 feet in the North Cascades Mountains. And I’ve walked back into winter. In retrospect, I knew enough that I shouldn’t have been surprised by the extent of the snowfield I encountered. I was working as a park ranger in these mountains, and have lived in landscapes and …

My (Former) Morning Commute, A Self-Guided Walking Tour

What happens when a park ranger who is used to hikes and digging into the history and geography of a place moves to New York City? The world turns upside down—and sometimes the favorite part of my day was my commute into work. Yep, I know that seems weird. Never-ending choices of how to meander …