Reading on Location: The Dying Grass (Part 1)

WARNING: This post contains spoilers for William T. Vollmann’s The Dying Grass. It also contains spoilers for the historical event

My Dad in the Valley of Fire
That time my dad let a man live in his car

An anecdote about my dad A while back, my dad noticed that his car had begun the curious habit of

The sublime majesty of cyanide

ScholarDay has been writing recently of a proposed open pit cyanide heap leach mine proposed in the Centennial Mountains in

The metaphysics of wildlife underpasses

Before things get out of hand, let me state unequivocally that I support wildlife underpasses (and overpasses, fish ladders, canopy

A Roadtrip: An Inventory

In 2014, so many years ago already, Alex and I had a summer full of road trips. I was based

Open Pit mining in Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem
Timeline of the Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem’s Open-Pit Apocalypse

The Fickle Business of the Open Pit: 1937 – 2008 1937: Blue Ledge Company sets up underground adits, potential prospect

an effable backpacking thought is rare but sad in such beautiful places
Yet another example of an effable backpacking thought

The ineffable backcountry For the most part, when we escape to the hills or wilderness or backcountry or whatever wonderful

Keeping Track of Which Side of the Map I’m On

In the last year, I spent a lot of time staring at two sets of things: maps of Idaho and

Reading on Location: The Temple of the Golden Pavilion

Kinkakuji: The Temple of the Golden Pavilion In 1950, a troubled acolyte burned Kinkakuji (the Temple of the Golden Pavilion)

upcoming backpacking season means planning backpacking meals
Some backpacking meals that won’t break the bank or your back

Bears yawn low in the valleys; snow pack climbs the hills; streams wet their beds; buffalo teach newborns the joy

Birthday Sarah in the Sawtooth National Recreation Area
We Could All Learn A Thing Or Two From Birthday Sarah

Happy Birthday, Sarah! Here I was considering myself the bee’s knees for creating the Yell to Hell, a 900+ mile