We headed up to the national forest yesterday, just outside Rocky Mountain National Park. The aspens were glorious, at their peak in many places. Heading onto a rough and pitted dirt road, we found beautiful stands of trees twinkling in … Read More…
I took part in a wonderful celebration of birds tonight—five writers sharing their poems and prose about birds. Called “For the Birds: A Flock of Writers Read about All Things Avian,” the reading was organized by Ellen Orleans as part … Read More…
Rainbows had escorted us onto the river, rainbows that touched down in the sand just yards away from where we were putting our canoes into the Colorado River. In the couple of hours since then, spitting rain and wind had … Read More…
John Muir—I learned this week—was an avid lover of calypso orchids (Calypso bulbosa or Calypso borealis). He discovered them in his twenties in Ontario, Canada, where he was knocking about working as an inventor in a factory and “botanizing” on … Read More…