I think back to trips I have taken, years ago, decades. I think of the benches and chairs I slept upon; of the meals I ate, by pointing at words written in a different language; of people that I...
Just to make it clear—I was not there when the following events occurred. The facts are pretty true, at least as far as historical documents suggest. How it all came together, only the par...
Do you have family or friends living in large, metropolitan areas? Are their lifestyles similar to yours? Have you had a chance to talk with them about “rural” issues that you might be fam...
The trend of “disappearing” people’s names and images from public spaces brings up questions regarding ethics and whether we need history in our lives. Another day, another name down the drain! The pe...
From my home in the Shasta Valley I can look to the east and count off the major Cascade peaks from left to right: Willow Creek Mountain, Ball Mountain, Goosenest, Herd Peak, Whaleback, and finally Mt...
Drive by the Edgewood Rest Stop along Interstate 5 and you will notice rounded shapes in the surrounding prairie land. I often slow down to look them over. During some times of the year th...
Always on the console, between the front seats of my vehicle, sit a pair of binoculars. I never know when I might see an unusual bird, or one that I cannot identify quickly while driving. ...
a strong connection between older and younger generations is imperative A nagging thought runs through my mind: many people lack a connection with nature. The desire to be outside, to see what e...
The first time I walked this trail was back in the Fall of 1969. I was attending College of the Siskiyous and my biology class went there on a field trip. Our instructor, a serious biologi...
The Klamath’s dams have been removed, at least some of them. Articles have popped up describing the spectacle of fish being seen many miles above the dam sites, stating that the fishery has started t...