Field Notes: Stepping Over a Cliff’s Edge

When I park the ATV at the top of a hill and the drone of the engine cuts out, a hush settles over the foothills. Removing my thick helmet, I can finally hear the fluting of distant meadowlarks. To my west rises a long, wide ridge of granite cliffs. I’ve been scanning this ridge on…

Field Notes: The Patagonian Mud Fiasco

It was May 2024 and winter in Patagonia came early that year. The truck started to slowly drift sideways, no longer able to grip the once gravelly dirt road that had turned into sticky, squelchy wet clay after only an hour of barely drizzling. We got out and with a shovel or our bare hands scraped…