Public lands are like family and for me, they play those same archetypal roles. From the wise grandparents that encourage you to pause for reflection to the strict parent that insists you follow the rules and respect the order of life. The loving aunt who cares for you, reminding you …Read the rest
It was hot and sticky, Minnesota in mid-July. Our two Alpacka rafts and oar-rig raft were beached on the shoreline. We were camped at the tip of a small island in the Cannon River, which snakes through the Southeast part of the state, eventually joining the Mississippi.
My oldest …Read the rest
Wet, exhausted and on the brink of utter demoralization we take refuge under a cluster of trees on a ridgeline as the snow continues its relentless accumulation. Joey Sackett, Zeppelin Zeerip and I look at each other, faces slackened with fatigue. We are five days in on what is supposed …Read the rest