Cecil Andrus, Secretary of the Interior in the Carter administration, stood before a room filled with members of the National Wildlife Foundation. It was...
As the sun slips behind the mountain ridges in Sierra Valley, California, local ranchers fear their livestock won’t survive the night.
Nearly every inch of...
John C. Frémont stood on a peak in the Rocky Mountains, dressed in buckskin. It was 1842. Frémont was a roguish Army topographer from Charleston, South Carolina, who had charm, no money, and a scandalous family history.
The commissioners sat at a half-circle dais, all facing a nearly empty room. Because they weren’t looking at each other, they sometimes got confused about when it was their turn to speak. “I can’t tell who’s talking,” a commissioner said at one point.
The fire alarms started around noon. By 2:30 p.m., the flames had spread from Agoura Hills, a small town in the Santa Monica mountains, to the shoreline 13 miles away.
A half-mile from the Morro Sand Dunes in Los Osos, California, in a quiet residential neighborhood—the kind of sun-kissed neighborhood where neighbors walk to...