By Meghan Kent
Following his GPS, University of Wyoming field technician Michael Gjellum descends into a canyon between the folded foothills of Pilot Hill, keeping a careful eye out for mountain lion activity.
By Manasseh Franklin
While quietly pedaling a narrow, paved road near Redstone, Colorado, I rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a small black bear.
One summer day in 1992, two teenage boys fishing Lake Mary Ronan watched a man dump a cooler
A mile outside of Browning, Montana, a watercraft inspector sits on the side of the highway next to her kennel.
One hundred thousand quagga mussels can live in a single square meter, and 450 trillion of them infest Lake Michigan alone.
The first time Michael Whitfield saw bighorn sheep in the high country he stood on a ridgeline in the shadow of the Teton Range and watched a group grazing along a plateau.
On a Thursday evening last March, a crowd of eager residents packed into the gymnasium of the Lincoln Community Center in West Laramie to learn more about the Pilot Hill Project
With BLM maps in hand and fragments of descriptions from locals, Eric Krszjzaniek searches for an old Indian village in Wyoming’s Shirley Basin. As he walks across the landscape, he pauses often to reference his Rockhounding in Wyoming guide and note the types of rocks in the area.
Ken Burns’ documentary The National Parks: America’s Best Idea tells a story from the early years of Grand Teton National Park.
Ranchers today in the Upper Green River Basin say they are modern-day beavers.
Strapping on crampons and readying their ice axes, the Jenny Lake Climbing Rangers
Horse and human stories have been intertwined in the West for centuries, and while only a few people work with horses today,
I’m a third-generation Bridger Bowl skier. My grandparents taught my dad to ski here
Several years ago, Sonoran Institute founder and long time conservationist Luther Propst was mountain biking on the Lunch Loops in Grand Junction
Tucked between Ladies Golf Night and Bible Camp on the July 2015 events calendar for Hulett, Wyoming, is an event called Ham N Jam.
Mike Resch never expected to own a camper. He prided himself on his ability to live out of a backpack
The North Sand Hills rise out of Northern Colorado’s high plains like a scene from a science fiction movie.
On a hazy evening the streets of Jackson blur with summer tourists. Laughter and chitchat rises from outdoor patios like bubbles in a fizzy drink.
Andy Hart thinks of antler hunting as a process of manufacturing luck.
Less than 30 miles from the Nebraska-Wyoming border, an etched wagon wheel marks the grave of Rebecca Winters
