Monica
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Yellowstone, I love you but you drive me crazy
I have returned to Yellowstone National Park a half dozen times. I’ve backpacked, hiked, taken classes and certification training at the park. I’m a member of Yellowstone Association and a monthly donor to the Yellowstone Park Foundation. But after my… Continue reading
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The little things on the prairie
Wading through the grasslands at American Prairie Reserve, I found a sea full of life. Continue reading
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Walking the Jumps
In the footsteps of peoples past, I walked to visit my first Buffalo Jump. Continue reading
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Morning on the prairie: imagining a million buffalo
It’s cold. A thick layer of sparkly white frosting coats the tent like a muffin. I’d say the temperature is somewhere in the 20’s. It’s fall, so I expected this. I’m swaddled in synthetic puffy fabric and fleece, with rain jacket and pants to keep the slightest breeze… Continue reading
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Getting out there in outer Montana
….my life and my blog have been left in a dust cloud, pressed flat in the gravel like dehydrated roadkill. I needed a break. Continue reading
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A Coyote and her Tractor Friend
Canis latrans follows humans where ever we go, living off our leavings. They pursue our scraps and the animals atracted to our waste and the table we set for birds and pets. Coyotes have walked in our wagon tracks and footsteps, across trails and… Continue reading
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Babies Taking Wing
It’s the baby time of year- they’re starting to leave their nests and find their way in the world. Sometimes mom and dad is there to help, but eventually, they gotta fly on their own. None of this college graduate… Continue reading
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The Company That I Keep
I look like one of those people, but I’m not. No, I don’t watch television. There is too much else to do. But that “else” isn’t pursuit of the spiritual, the religious, the social. I do things with my beat… Continue reading
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Bringing Birdsong Back
Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song. Rachel Carson This… Continue reading
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The Home People
The scene couldn’t have been more grand. Two men dressed in black carrying long carved horns heralded us from the long ramp descending to Floor 3 of Te Papa Museum. They motioned us to move forward and disappeared around the corner into the… Continue reading
A Place of River and Sky 