
Kenneth Norris, a pioneer marine mammal researcher who studied spinner dolphins in Hawaii, used to start his experiential field classes by saying “We’re off on the greatest adventure of our lives.” Today, we started theContinue reading
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Kenneth Norris, a pioneer marine mammal researcher who studied spinner dolphins in Hawaii, used to start his experiential field classes by saying “We’re off on the greatest adventure of our lives.” Today, we started theContinue reading
I ended 2014 and began 2015 in Maine, where temperatures shifted from the warm mid-forties to the bitterly cold single digits. Regardless of the weather however, Maine is always beautiful, and I was lucky enough to spend some time on the rocky coastline, searching for Snowy Owls.
After 11 weeks this summer working as an intern on marine conservation in Cuba (more on that here), it was time to hit the road. Or the air rather. I was ultimately headed to Silonay–aContinue reading
The pile of rocks didn’t look like much. Located where the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel changes from the above-ground bridge to a tunnel beneath the ocean, the rocks border the large channel that shipping and militaryContinue reading
We were flying. The water and waves beneath us were nothing but elements to speed us faster, and the shoreline quickly slipped away as our boat motor powered us forward. It was hard not toContinue reading
I’ve had Cuba on the brain for the past 11 weeks. Cuban cigars, Cuban Rum and Cuban baseball. Well, not quite. No, as a Stanback Intern with the Environmental Defense Fund in Raleigh, I’ve beenContinue reading
I have always loved manatees. When I was a kid, I left a zoo with a stuffed manatee that I still have in my old room at my parents’ house. Yet, it was years beforeContinue reading
I think it’s official, I am addicted to National Wildlife Refuges. In a span of two weeks in June I visited three separate refuges: Back Bay Wildlife Refuge, Egmont Key Wildlife Refuge, and last butContinue reading
“Misty of Chincoteague?” I squealed. “No, that’s Virginia, this is North Carolina,” my classmate responded. “Yeah, but the ponies!” I insisted. We hadn’t come out on this boat to see the ponies per se (andContinue reading