After entering the park from Montana at the north entrance, I follow US 89 for five miles south to the Bunsen Peak Trail. On the almost...

Weary from the long night’s drive through Kansas in a convoy hammering down I-70, I am anxious this morning to measure the miles east...

I lift the white porcelain cup, gulp a mouthful of black tea, pick up the second half of the jelly sandwich, content that the twelve-hour

As we ascend the gravel path scrolled on the south side of McIntyre Hill this autumn morning, we witness a terrain

Brisk summer breezes rustle swaying dune grass under a mid-June sun as gentle lapping waves caress the garnet beach, deposit ocean treasures

Sometimes I jog the Maine shoreline— the ragged edge of ocean where the call of screeching gulls echoes over granite outcroppings