Yukon in Pictures

As fall peeks around the corner, and I settle into my mountain-free, Nebraska existence, I can’t help but look back with longing upon the untamed bounty of these past summer months. Yukon, you’ll always have a place in one of the wilder portions of my heart.

The Road to Skagway

After a particularly frustrating day in the field that involved some very uncooperative sparrows and a stowaway ground squirrel in our engine (he was fine, just relocated to the bottom of the mountain), we decided to get away from Whitehorse for a day or two and sample some golden crowned sparrow populations abroad. The next morning…

Lost in Escalante

Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument is where I finally tumbled head over heels in love with the desert. It didn’t have the paved roads or towering peaks of some of the other Utah parks we visited – though it did have a gorgeous visitor center. Instead its hikes were spread over miles of rough dirt roads,…

The Great (well, weeklong) Southwest Road Trip

Wanting to travel somewhere unquestionably different from anywhere we had been, a friend and I decided to spend our spring break exploring the Great American Southwest. In 7 days and 1,598 miles we traveled to 4 states, 3 national parks, and 4 national monuments. It wasn’t nearly enough time. In our trusty Escape Campervan we…

What to do when the mountains call.. and you can’t go

Whether it’s due to a storm, a lack of finances, or the fact that you live in flat, flat Florida (like me), there are times that even the most intrepid of adventurers are forced through periods of wilderness withdrawal. This is a list for times like those. Armchair hike – Sometimes “adventures” happen when you’re…

Swimming with the Flightless

Clattering in a rickety pickup truck through the dark, sandy streets of Puerto Villamil I struggled to keep my eyes open. It was four in the morning in the Galapagos Islands, and I had woken up just minutes before. As my eyelids sunk lower and lower, the truck motored its way towards the port, occasionally…

An Isabelaño Day

Sitting here on a hammock outside of my classroom it’s amazing how normal this feels – the flutter of wings as a yellow warbler builds its nest beside me, the faint sound of ocean waves from across the street and the occasional babble of Spanish. I could’ve been living here on Isabela for months rather…