When the term “wildlife photography” comes to mind, one can often automatically surround the imagined photo with that famous, bright yellow border that makes National Geographic covers so …

I'm pondering microclimates as I paddle up a quiet flow of water, the Kalihiwai River, on the north shore of Kauai. Yes, there are “rivers” in the Hawaiian Islands, though they would be …

The ability to share our time in the wilderness with other people is a gift. We hike on trails and ski down slopes, taking in the scene together, locking in whatever images our minds are capable of …

Years ago, while taking the train from Nairobi to Mombasa I recall thinking that traveling in Africa was reminiscent of childhood. As we passed by herds of elephants and giraffes, I remembered how we …

It’s no secret the glaciers and the alpine environment are changing, yet despite extensive media coverage, it remains an issue that’s tough to fully comprehend. Those who are lucky enough to live in the shadow of big, glaciated mountains can only see so much change from down below. From Bellingham, it’s easy to spot the difference in Mt. Baker’s soft, snowy winter coat and its rocky summer skeleton, but it’s hard to notice how increasingly famished it become each summer.

If there’s one person who can illustrate the tumultuous history of the initial incorporation of the park, the inception of its caretaker, North Cascades Institute, and the ongoing efforts to educate and share the pristine wilderness with all, it would be John C. Miles.

Nooksack Nordic Ski Club has been organizing like-minded skiers to get out on groomed trails around its namesake river since the 1990s. What started as a small group of dedicated winter recreationists has slowly grown into a yearly institution in the Mt. Baker foothills.

The flight of a fishing line is one of the most beautiful things humans can do in nature. The action is one of the few movements that feel as graceful as the animals with whom we share these wild places.