20 posts
By Dave Marston, Writers on the Range Marc Katz is a retired entrepreneur who lives part-time in Durango, Colorado, a town of 19,000 people who all seem to love the outdoors. You can’t have too many parks, he believes, because the demand seems inexhaustible. The way he tells
By Pepper Trail, Writers on the Range Let’s play a game, the climate-change game that every living thing on Earth has no choice but to play, starting … now. The game is called Adapt/Move/Die, and the rules are simple. The object of the game is not to die.
By Molly Absolon, Writers on the Range There’s a fine line between learning from the mistakes of others and shaming people for their ignorance. Twelve people have died in avalanches in the United States this winter, including an expert skier in Oregon who was also an avalanche forecaster. He
By Rebecca Clarren, Writers on the Range There’s a place in South Dakota, about 25 miles north of Wall Drug, that some locals still call “Jew Flats.” More than 100 years ago, the United States gave my great-great grandparents and their children, cousins and friends, around 30 Jewish families,
By Clint McKnight, Writers on the Range What was it like for 10 captured Oregon wolves when Colorado Parks and Wildlife opened their crates on a December day last year? The wolves had been chased by helicopter, drugged, blindfolded and collared, then moved to remote public land in central Colorado.
By Dave Marston, Writers on the Range When the San Juan River flows out of the San Juan Mountains in Southwestern Colorado, it contributes 15% of Lake Powell’s water. But there’s a problem: The river carries a hefty 55% of the sediment entering the reservoir, and that mud
By Matt Witt, Writers on the Range At the coffee shops in Talent, the little Oregon town where I live, the conversation is often about the high cost of housing or the way the weather has been dramatically changing. But lately another topic has crept in—the escalation of violence
By John Clayton, Writers on the Range When my friends and I encountered the fresh grizzly bear scat, we were deep in Wyoming’s Teton Wilderness, 20 miles from a trailhead. I’d seen grizzlies before—from the car. But this experience was on a whole other level. I felt
By Ben Long, Writers on the Range Is there any habit harder to break than harboring a grudge against an old adversary? Yet burying hatchets is exactly what it might take to conserve our wildlife, in the face of ever-increasing pressures on the places they need to survive. Consider grizzly
