Downstream Effects of the Kilgore Project Part 2: Camas NWR

A Second Affair If you write one love letter to a place you’ve never been to, it might be construed

The Forest Service Responses to the Kilgore Project in the Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem are questionable. Their logo rendered with a question mark replacing the tree in the middle.
Forest Service Says What? Part I: Grizzlies in Kilgore Project Area

Introducing ScholarDay’s New Investigative Series: “Forest Service Says What?” Rewind to 2018 (oh how young we were!), the Forest Service

Downstream Effects of the Kilgore Project Part 1: Mud Lake

Memories of Mud Lake I wish I had more memories of Mud Lake. In fact, I can’t honestly say that

Parmenides in the Panhandle

I have not read Proust (although Swann’s Way is a paperweight for me just now, trying to flatten some poems

A Proposal To Make Explicit The Pre-Existing Vortex Long In Operation Between Idaho And Philadelphia

There is something in the water in Idaho. I suspect it might be Philadelphia.  Exhibit A: Ezra Pound Ezra Pound

Idaho Superlatives: A Missed Opportunity with the Kilgore Project?

Status of the Kilgore Project The end of 2019 has brought with its shortest-of-days some Kilgore Project-related gifts: December 18,

Listening on Location: The Decemberists in Patagonia

I stumbled over some familiar words while reading Bruce Chatwin’s In Patagonia in preparation for a trip to Patagonia in

Things Google Maps Resurrects: Crow Creek

[Stage Directions: Please listen to Shostakovich’s Waltz No. 2 in D minor as you read this post. It is the

wildlife overpasses could save millions of lives each year like these bighorn sheep
If wildlife overpasses could speak: save the best for Idaho’s US-20

For the five deer killed on Idaho’s U.S. 20 in the last 48 hours. May we drag no more of

Non-enlightenment on Haguro-san

Thursday March 29, 2018 I’m in the APA Hotel in Tsuruoka, Japan, up around 4:30 AM. up before the sunin

Fiespoytro Pylwest in Idaho

On one particular night spent alone in a tent in the Idaho backcountry, I had a peculiar dream. I was

Loving Spiders

Our Thing I was standing inside a glass box whose walls didn’t quite reach the frosted cement below. I withered