August 30, 2020
A look at opportunities outside of the Brooks Camp Developed Area experienced by one ranger at Katmai.
September 21, 2017
Contemplating nameless mountains can bring about a number of reflections on wilderness, local histories, and the power of words.
October 28, 2016
A backpacking trip in Katmai’s Valley of Ten Thousand Smokes can humble humans by bringing them face-to-face with the power and destructive force of the landscape.
October 18, 2016
Ranger Julian reflects on his trip to the wild Moraine and Funnel Creeks .
September 25, 2016
Looking back at American history with the wolf shows why human concepts of morality and ethics should never be imposed upon wild animals.
July 02, 2016
Who would have thought that looking for invasive plants would be such an adventure? SCA interns Christine and Nicole tell us about their fun rafting trip on American Creek.
June 02, 2016
Rangers make their first trip into the Valley of Ten Thousand Smokes.
August 13, 2015
Picture this: You walk through tall beach grass over a sandy berm and see purple, pink, and yellow wildflowers lining lush sedge meadows. A branch of a nearby creek divides the meadow. In the distance, a wall of snow-capped mountains loom over, broken only by a glacier that has wedged itself between the peaks. What you're imagining isn't some picturesque ad from a travel agency, but the hidden wonder of Hallo Bay.
June 29, 2015
I finally felt like I got back to my roots - the moments that drive me and keep me returning to the mountains.
October 03, 2014
Within the vast fresh water lakes of Katmai National Park and Preserve lie a hidden gem known as the Bay of Islands. Here nestled within the furthest reaches of the north arm of Lake Naknek, a one to hour motorized boat ride from Brooks Camp, stretches a happy geological accident of numerous granitic islands. These mostly unnamed islands jut out of the dark waters as deeply forested mounds, calling to mind the renowned coast line of Maine. As I glide my kayak through the tangled channels separating the mounds, which appear at a distance like green bristling mole hills, I can almost picture the long receded glaciers that carved these rock formations into the pleasing rounded shapes before me.