One of the most desolate places on earth starts just across the border from where I live in San Diego, the approximately 760 miles/1200-kilometer-long Baja Peninsula.

Stepping up to the edge of the precipice, there is nothing but air in the spectacular abyss known as the Grand Canyon. The shackles of months of coronavirus isolation seem to vanish in an instant. Glancing back, my 18-year-old cousin Charlie stands frozen five steps behind me with terror gripping his face. “You’re afraid of…

This year’s high rainfall and the natural fertilizer caused by the wildfires are causing a “Super Bloom” that is visible from space. Super blooms only happen once a decade on average in California.

I will never forget the first time I went to a National Park.

ooking down at the dark roiling river reflecting the dense jungle, I almost couldn’t believe I was actually here. I have imagined this place ever since I was 11 years old and first spotted the familiar name Roosevelt curiously in the heart of the Brazilian Amazon. Since that time, I have read all about that…

The car came to a stop throwing up dust on the dirt parking lot. It had been a 10-hour drive from San Diego and I could hear the complaining before the doors even opened.  Out of the hot car poured my young cousins: Matt, a typical hard-to-please 15-year-old; Charlie, a 10-year-old always buried in a…