About a year ago I wrote a piece that is still one of my own favorite articles. Unfortunately, editors didn’t love it as much as I did and so it never found a home beyond my computer. Maybe I just didn’t do a good job of placing it. It seems the best I can do […]Read more "Libertarian Park 2"
About a year ago I wrote a piece that still is one of my own favorite articles, Libertarian Park. Unfortunately, editors didn’t love it as much as I did and so it never found a home beyond my computer. Maybe I just didn’t do a good job of placing it. It seems the […]Read more "Libertarian Park 1"
Pennsylvania is full of wild brook trout and it’s getting better all the time. Pennsylvania became one of the most unexpectedly pleasant states to wander through during my long hikes, as recounted in The Dying Fish. Originally, the tall virgin forests of the mid-Atlantic favored brook trout. They provided ample shade almost everywhere, keeping the […]Read more "Pennsylvania As Brook Trout Park"
Anyone who reads “The Dying Fish” blog probably realizes that I value free and wild places. And I spent time in one just yesterday, a tract of state forest that few people know about situated on the Pennsylvania/West Virginia border. And, by the way, anyone new to my blog may wonder why it’s called “The […]Read more "A Free and Wild Place"
One of the first things you’d learn about, if you ever yearned to become a fish ecologist, is the danger posed by non-native species. And the most simple formulation of the prevailing theory on this runs something like this: Don’t introduce a new fish (we’ll stick with fish here for simplicity) to an ecosystem in […]Read more "About Exotics"
In 2009, I hiked across Pennsylvania as a part of the Eastern Brook Trout Solo Adventure, a tale that became “The Dying Fish,” my book on the resurgent eastern forest and all the fish who swim there. My findings in Pennsylvania, as with almost everywhere else, were findings of organic renewal on a grand scale; […]Read more "The Breadth of the Wild Woods"
My book begins on a long official hiking trail (one of the longest) but ends with a protagonist who wanders off to find his own trails through the wildest places, no longer hoping to find a path blazed for himself. The places I value most are the ones I found myself. I begin with a […]Read more "In Praise of Accidental Parks"