The Alaska Highway: 4000 Miles Solo in a Subaru

The mundanity of the drive’s start was what jarred me the most. After dinner with my mom, I stepped into my blue subaru just as I would on a normal commute to work. I drove down to the end of the street whose sidewalk squares had contained my childhood, turned …

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The Los Angeles River, from Steelhead to Stickleback

Los Angeles from Elysian

In a land of dusty chaparral baking beneath the ubiquitous California sun, the Los Angeles River in history was a beacon of life, forming a corridor of aquatic habitat from the Simi Hills and San Gabriel Mountains all the way to coastal estuaries. Each phase of the river molded a home …

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A Prospector, a Fictional Cat, and the San Gabriel River by Bicycle

“The river talks. Breathes. Moves. Sometimes, it even makes music. I know that sounds insane, but it’s true.” I wondered at the clarity of the man’s eyes as he talked, their color set against the massed brown of his hair and beard. He made a modest outline against the trail, …

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Culture Shock and Kelp in California

Surfacing at Laguna Beach

Twelve days ago, my plane dropped down onto the tarmac of the LAX airport. The sky was clear as we landed. Houses aligned like Legos. On the horizon, mountains stood blue and distant, their silhouettes crisp against the empty sky. I knew almost nothing about those mountains. Michelle and I …

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