I drove for nearly an hour on quiet roads through the northernmost part of the Adirondack Park. T-shirt shops and twi...

It is, of course, difficult to predict the future. But since I have a half-decent track record, let me offer an Adiro...

In early May of 2001, my wife and I packed up our 10th-floor apartment in Manhattan, loaded the kids in the car with ...

In 1852, a group of surveyors surprised an old man living in a crude shelter near Herkimer County’s Ice Cave Mountain...

This time at Cold River—the last time—his touch was light as pollen, no snapped twigs or bootprints on the familiar t...

M  y friend Adam Welz, a South African naturalist and journalist, identified fish crows flying around an island in mi...

On a hot, oppressive day in the summer of 1988, an ecologist’s Chesapeake Bay retriever named Muddy made off with my ...

Nearly everyone can name a place or two or, if they’re lucky, three, that for them is like no other. Those are the pl...