Dispatches from the Wild World

"Well, it got pretty damn grim around here for a while." says Captain Ron, "I had a couple of shots taken at my boat." W...

Courtesy USF&WS OK, I know they’re gentle animals. No one in recorded history has ever been injured by an enraged manatee. Still, whe...

In the parched savannah of Tanzania’s interior everything seems dusted with a thin film of ochre powder. Along the fringes of what passes fo...

The setting African sun backlit the spreading acacia trees with a blood red wash. After a hard day of trekking over the Serengeti plains, al...

The usual comment when I tell someone I went skydiving is,“Why would anyone jump out of a perfectly good airplane?” In my case I have the pe...

Florida’s white sand beaches, lazy rivers and Spanish moss-draped forests offer nature lovers a wide variety of places to visit and play and...

Somewhere between the thirty and forty mile mark I began wondering why I had let my daughter Sara talk me into this trip. Sara had been pest...

The charisma level is low; even the name sounds bleak: Iceland? Conjures up visions of cold days, colder nights, frostbitten toes and somber...

It took a five hour ride, an overnight camp in the rain and a cold morning before we finally arrived at our destination: a twisting, snaking...

Less than a mile into our hike through the thickly forested mountains of North Carolina I begin to appreciate my new hiking companion. He ca...