Southern Rockies Nature Blog

Photo illustration from Survival Sullivan The "gray man" is everywhere. You just have not been noticing him. Maybe the COVID pand...

Waiting for a pilot car on US 50 near Texas Creek. The driver is Darryl Godot. I went fishing on the Arkansas River today, which should be ...

Oil pan cracked, the bus sits on Coffee Pot Road. (Photo: Garfield County Sheriff) People in Colorado are having a good laugh over the haple...

 Season 17. There is nothing like monitoring a bird's nest to collapse time — it is like there is only one spring and one summer, consta...

  A smokey sunset over the hood of Engine 968. This was a Jeep wreck up the canyon, not a fire call, but I still like it when I can work t...

  I was hiking on June 25th with my wife and my niece when I found the giant puffball on the right.  I cut it in half to make sure it was st...

  Every now and then, M. reverts to her New England roots and serves apple pie for breakfast  (The white stuff is yoghurt.) I like it, but n...

When he could still run — Fisher, spring 2017. Once there was a Chesapeake Bay retriever named Fisher, whom we took in as a 2-year-old ...

I never got a chance to learn animal tracking from some near-mythical Apache who could track a mouse across slickrock. But a couple of weeks...

    A Pueblo telephone operator made this sketch after she was able to return to work. If you have spent any time in southern Colorado, you...

Young black bear boar runs for freedom (National Park Service) At six a.m. last Thursday (the 20th) this young male black bear and his ...

1925 Ford Model T touring car (Wikipedia). A century ago, our national forests had a problem. Behind the wheels of their Ford Model T's ...

  I started donating at the "get a logo ball cap" level. In 2018 I went with some other Backcountry Hunters & Anglers volunte...

 . . . then these tom turkeys would be dead, because they are engaged in a hostile stare-down with their own reflections. Angry gobbling was...

Born in southern Colorado, I spent much of my childhood in South Dakota, living where the Black Hills met the prairie. When it came to trees...