The movie adaptation of A Walk in the Woods is on solid footing with Bill Bryson's chronicle of the struggles, discomforts, and deprivations he endured -- and gratifications he derived -- as he explored the Appalachian Trail in the spring and summer of 1996. The book conveys the trepidations he experienced -- the perils encountered, and imagined.
Oh, sacred planet. The terror of climate crisis is a long time in the making. As I read about the mass mobilization forming around the upcoming U.N. climate change convention, which is likely to accomplish far too little, I feel a desperate impatience, a tearing at my soul.
So much was off-limits to me because of my culture and my traditional parents. I was not allowed to have sleepovers or sleep at anyone's house. When I wanted to skateboard, I was firmly told no. That was for boys. Besides, good girls stay home to mind their business, but boys could stay out because, well, they were boys. It was their birthright.
The agonizing state that our country is in shows that the majority of leaders and citizens neither feel love for ourselves nor for the world. You cannot love anyone until you first love yourself, and the place to discover a healthy helping of self-love is in our national parks.
This was not a vacation for the faint of heart, this was a vacation of extremes -- extreme temperatures as the Colorado River, starting just below the Glen Canyon dam, was a chilly 46 degrees F.
Our parks deserve what we all want on our birthday: friends coming together, setting aside their disagreements, and having a good time. Congressional friends of land protection need to do just that: put business as usual on hold, and renew and fully fund the Land and Water Conservation Fund.
When you can only see one or two parks, and you're looking for the most picturesque and photogenic park, you need to know which of them is the very best.
Knowing that I am the beneficiary of such a huge investment of human and natural capital, how can I sit back and let it all go down under the cult of greed and personality to become an oligarchy?
Seriously, you make some of the best discoveries when you have no idea where you are. Don't think about that for too long or your head will explode.
When it comes to choosing the perfect place for a camping trip, the U.S. has no shortage of scenic and adventurous campgrounds to choose from.
The idea of an uncontrolled fire in that verdant place inflamed my mind. How could it fail to wake up our population to the dangers that we are already experiencing, writ large by climate scientists and our current experience on the land and seas?
Standing on the edge of a gigantic bluff overlooking the sea, the breeze continues to roll in as the sun dips toward the horizon. If this is a scene you could only imagine in a foreign country, than you should take a look at the dramatic shorelines in the U.S.
When will the trade association lobbyists that try to block such deals -- and the members of Congress people who listen to them -- understand they are on the wrong side of reason and history?
Our parks need more public investment, not private interests looking for their own return on investment.
Maybe your mind goes to epic hikes in Yosemite, paddling the coast of Acadia or camping out under the stars in Zion--but chances are you didn't think of relaxing on a beach.
I cannot recall a more eventful month than this July: We discovered the first Earth-like planet outside our solar system, capped a nine-and-a-half year space journey with the first shots back from Pluto, and saw the first report of a landmass "missing" its sun.