We spend a lot of time in our magazine pointing out how the past is reflected in nature, sometimes in subtle ways, like a stand of chestnut oak where once there’d been a forest fire,…

Editor’s Note: The story you’re about to read is blunt and unvarnished and more graphic than our usual hunting fare. If you’re sensitive to this sort of thing you might…

We drove up into the mountains shortly after dawn on a late-September morning full of mist and fractured sunlight. While the valleys were still resplendent with color, the mountain peaks were…

A friend and I have been chipping away at hiking Vermont’s Long Trail – a 272-mile footpath that leads from one end of the state to the other – for well over a decade now. We…

I can’t think of many subjects that are harder to write about than forestry, something I’m reminded of whenever I read how-to stories about traditional farming. Crop farmers get to…

My grandfather on my father’s side came from Dutch/German/Irish stock who settled in New York’s Shawangunk Mountains several hundred years ago. If you’ve never been to the…

If summer were a weeklong vacation, mid-August would be Friday afternoon. You’re not packing your bags to come home yet, but there’s an awareness that there’s more behind you…

I went to Wyoming two weeks ago – it was my first visit as an adult. Vague childhood memories of Devil’s Tower and Yellowstone didn’t prepare me for just how different the…

Bella was first to find the old well. A border collie mutt with a heavy coat, she made it her business to sniff out water. On a hot day’s walk, she inserted herself tail first into its…

I’m holding my daughter up to a jar. It’s a quart jar, initially used for syrup, more recently serving as my improvised coffee-to-go container, and now in its third career as the…