Notes from the Field

A journey to a place where three rivers meet, where your auditory senses are awakened by a variety of bird species, and the air is filled...

There’s something sacred about leaving a warm sleeping bag before dawn to sit quietly in the high desert and witness one of nature’s oldest courtship rituals. For years I’ve wanted to get out there and see this spectacle for myself, and hopefully do some good for the Owyhee I love in the process.

Utah Senator Mike Lee recently removed controversial language from the federal budget that would have allowed for the sale of vast public lands. While some saw this as a victory, his reasoning revealed a concerning perspective: "I continue to believe that the federal government owns too much land, land it is mismanaging and, in many cases, ruining for the next generation." This statement reflects a worldview that fundamentally misunderstands the purpose and potential of publi

If you’ve spent any time on public land in eastern Oregon, especially in the Owyhee, you’ve likely felt the slow unraveling of care and capacity. It’s not because the people at the Bureau of Land Management don’t care. It’s because they’re being asked to manage more with less.