When it comes to films and works of fiction, we often think in terms of character development. Did the main characters change? If so, how and why? We don’t always ask that of non-fiction. But we ought to.
I sat on a wide chair atop a tall ladder, leaning against a pine tree with a mature oak growing around the back side of the tree, its brown and brittle leaves mingling with the green needles of the pine.
This was our seventh new Vermont state park of 2022 — far and away the most Vermont state parks to which we have made a first-time visit in a single year.
So what exactly is a salt chuck? That was one of the questions I had when I arrived at Ernest Gruening State Historic Park.
The history of the place was inspiring, and I soaked in as much as I could. But it was the surrounding scenery and landscape that moved me the most.
I’d only been out on the river once all month. So after dinner, when the river calls my name, I heed the call.
My wife and I are trying to visit all of Vermont’s state parks together. Recently we made a southern swing through the state.
A lone sockeye salmon sits in the stream in front of me under a low canopy of alder. The stream is wide, gravelly and shallow: only two to three inches deep and a few feet wide.
For five days and nights I resided in a shoreline cabin partway up the Wood River system in Alaska’s Wood-Tikchik State Park. Officially, I was serving as artist-in-residence for Alaska State Parks and had come to spend a week in the state’s largest park … (read more)
On July 4, as many of us watched fireworks, the Alaska Interagency Coordination Center gave a list of 424 wildfires being tracked in Alaska — all “active, smoldering, or in the process of being demobilized.”
Vermont’s Arrowhead Mountain Lake is the only place I have ever caught a bowfin.
It covers 26,164 acres, and it borders or contains eight lakes or ponds big enough to canoe. According to the Vermont Agency of Natural Resources, that makes Groton State Forest the second largest contiguous land holding in the state
We were still within sight of the boat launch where we began our six-mile float down the Shoshone River in Cody, Wyoming.
“I have a confession to make,” my wife said. “I always imagined that Texas was ugly. But this is really beautiful.”
These are three very different books to read if you like fish, and also if you are interested in fishing, ecology and culture.