Cache Valley Winds

The air we breathe. This air ocean in which we swim. Does it come as a wind?

...it's too many climate deniers controlling public policy and a lack of courage in everyone else.

The first step toward relational repair is to begin seeing the relationships more clearly.

Among my influences I had some fabulous professors in the department of biology. A lot of them were WWII veterans.

I’ve been passionate about the night sky ever since I was a child. Back then, I could lie down in my yard in Cache Valley and see the whole Milky Way. My wonder rode on a river of starlight, to the far reaches of my imagination as my mind explored space. Milky Way by Aaron Watson Later in my college days I discovered the joy of backpacking into wilderness. I couldn't wait to gaze upward and receive the streams of inspiration and light that are stars. The twinkles I saw from t

When I was young America was great again. Nothing got out of hand because we controlled . . .

There are a few human activities that are primal, and deep, and never boring; these include watching clouds move across the sky...

E-bird Report of Birds Observed ~ Tues 22 Sep 2026 ~ 58 North Main St ~ Mendon, Utah Stationary ~ 1 person ~ Time: 2 hr, 2 min Arrived at the house to grab scope and head up to the foothills for hawks, though an explosion of passerines/migrants around the yard changed plans. Large flocks of YRWA with other warblers intermixed. Somewhat shocking number of Townsend's. MOCH in numbers, nuthatch, grosbeaks, etc. Several waves coming from north end of town foraging their way sout

The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playful swirls, and the wind hurries on. In the marsh, long windy waves surge across the grassy sloughs, beat against the far willows. A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind. On the sandbar there is only wind, and the river sliding seaward. Every wisp of grass is drawing circles on the sand. I wander over the bar to a driftwoo

What is a naturalist?

What real people say, farmers edition.

Horse and rider break on together in the early morning frost.

An excerpt from Herding Sheep in Northern Utah (1998; pp. 80-82) By Laurie Rich

As hunting skills disappear, what skills will bring us intimately into the natural world and temper our vast ignorance of that world?

Education teaches us to research and check out the data we are given by referencing numerous

Typical farm equipment costs and profit projections for alfalfa growing in Cache Valley, Utah.

Why don't the farmers in Cache Valley grow something other than high-water-use alfalfa and cows?

"If attention is paid, the land begins to speak its own truths"

Listen. Set aside your binoculars, life list, notepad, camera, and listen. Quiet and sitting among stately white stems, close your eyes and extend a finger to count each distinct sound.

Rivers are all about renewal. No matter how we dam them, divert them, shunt them through concrete or steel, they renew themselves eventually. Rivers replenish.