Do the loons tell their children stories of this lake? Do the stones remember the

We were listening to the sound The ice makes – “too much!” says Nanao We were

—for Joan and Peter Wood  Mid-March in the Clove, between the Backslabs and Lost

Silent for months, mostly he returns, traversing the shedding orchard, tree to apple

By Robert Michael Pyle Before, there were bears. Then there was Weyerhaueser, and

Featured image: Sequoia-Kings Canyon National Park, CA, courtesy of NPS By Rowan

Snowdrops among the dead, the fallen brown – I wait for any sign and crave, through

let’s call the bees the canaries and the world the coalmine we can be the miners let’s

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing

  Sourdough Mountain lies at the heart of the North Cascades. A mile above the