- No, actually it was just my own footrpints.
- We paddled through this burn for hours. There wasn’t much organic matter left.
- The blues were more than I could catalog.
- Pete had the habit of standing up in the boat.
I paddled the length of the Yukon River with my partner, Pete. All I got out of it was this lousy essay. Just kidding. It’s a great essay, I swear. And there’s some photos too.
When life feels like a cage. My latest. Check out my essay in the latest issue of Earth Island Journal.
And I gave some answers.
Please check out my essay “How to Queer Ecology: One Goose at a Time.” It will be featured in the March/April issue of Orion.