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A close-up of a gray and white wolf looking directly into the camera.

TrekWest Blog 23: Sweetland

I needn’t have carried in the milk and honey. This land already had them aplenty. A stroll through Gila National Forest’s wild heart, the Gila Wilderness, and especially the Wilderness’s wild soul, McKenna Park, is sweet beyond measure. The sun in early spring is radiant but not yet hot. Nights dip below freezing but mornings warm quickly. Breezes keep you alert. Wildlife sign is everywhere.

A few buildings., cars, and green trees are seen at the base of a mountain.

TrekWest Blog 21: Where the Birds Are

Were I a person of means, not only would I contribute money to enlarge the holdings of the Northern Jaguar Project, Naturalia, and Cuenca Los Ojos, as well as conservation groups in my Adirondack homeland, I’d purchase a little wildlife reserve of my own somewhere near Cave Creek, in the Chiricahua Mountains of southeast Arizona.

A small, black figurine sits on the edge of a mountain overlooking an area covered with green patches. In the distance are mountain ranges.

TrekWest Blog 18: A Mexican Wolf on American Peak in Arizona’s Patagonia Mountains

Lobo stood with us symbolically atop American Peak as we gazed worriedly down on the proposed site of the Wildcat Mine (below right). Lobo is a promise, an artistic expression of hope crafted by a Zuni sculptor. This small figurine and others (including jaguar and ocelot, which are also both native to southern Arizona but jeopardized by roads and the border wall) we bear with us on this wild walk-about.

A tree without leaves covers the right side of the picture. Behind is a bridge extending across the picture from left to right. Underneath it is dry land and shrubs.

TrekWest Blog 17: Keeping Track in the Sky Islands

A serious writer (which I don’t presume to be) is careful not to mix too many themes. How, though, am I to delimit story lines when a day’s outing includes tracks of keystone species, commemoration of a fallen hero, a site chosen for a massive strip mine, overgrazed grasslands and recovering grasslands, a dozen worthy conservation and trail groups, restored riparian zones, and land management agencies behaving both nobly and ignobly?

A bridge connects two sections of paved road surrounded by land spotted with green shrubs.

TrekWest Blog 16: Grounding Our Lofty Ideals

The dead fox confirmed, tragically, the wildlife crossing site proposed by the Coalition for Sonoran Desert Protection. Though it would not go in soon enough to save this victim of our car culture, and of dead-end policies that effectively subsidize exurban sprawl, a wildlife tunnel and a wildlife bridge here on Oracle Roadn, southern Arizona, should reduce the tragedy of roadkill on this highway in the sprawling outskirts of Tucson, and maintain the last link between the Catalinas and Tortolitas.

Two people attempting to climb a rusty wall.

TrekWest Blog 15: Not Another Brick in the Wall

They asked if I would stop the wall. The young Mexican conservationists were showing me a remote region where they hoped to convince ranchers to accept lobos, pumas, and other predators. But their greater worries were north of there along the massive barricade US Homeland Security is building between North America’s economically richest nation and its biologically richest nation.

A wet, dark brown beaver sits in murky water with a dirt wall in the background.

TrekWest Blog 14: Oasis by the Wall

I almost swam with beavers, but water and air were a little too cold. The pond at Los Fresnos Reserve, just south of the Huachuca Mountains and on the south side of the US/Mexico border, teems with waterfowl and ripples with beavers. I wanted to jump in and join them, but the frosty mornings and windy afternoons admitted only watching from the banks.

Vast hills span the bottom of the picture beneath the moon visible in the light blue sky..

TrekWest Blog 12: Crawling into the Wolf Crib

Standing on the very site where Mexican wolves had been held in a loose barrier before being released into the Sierra San Luis, in northern Sonora, I felt a bit of the nervous excitement a deer or peccary living in wolf country must feel. Not that I’d ever be in any danger of becoming prey for a wolf or other native predator, but because there’s that tense uncertainty in the midst of wildness, here in the Madrean Archipelago, where conservationists are helping Lobo return to its rightful home.