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Icebergs & Whales

By: Christine Peterson

May 20, 2018

I romanticize the dramatic cliff faces and crashing waves of the Atlantic coast the same way many easterners dream of endless desert and snow-covered mountains.

It’s been that way as along as I can remember. It’s a landscape I long to see and at the same time know nothing about. I used to daydream about quaint fishing villages connected by narrow, winding roads that meander through emerald green fields. 

On the Roam @she.will.roam

View fullsize Last weekend, @backcountryhunters gave me their Ted Trueblood Award for communicating about conservation. I was surprised and honored and am so thankful. The list of previous recipients is humbling and far more deserving. What I said to the thousan
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View fullsize Instead of forcing hours a day of confusing school work, maybe spend this time helping your kid learn those outdoor skills you haven’t had the time to teach. I put together a list of 11 for Outdoor Life. Link in bio 👆
View fullsize Dear Miriam, I'm so sorry. Yesterday you looked up at me, face scrunched, and asked, "Mommy, when will I be able to run and play again?" I said "sometime soon." Because yesterday I thought you had a sprained ankle. I thought you
View fullsize Dear Miriam, You’re going to ask me about the scar on your lip one day. And the answer is so simple, around such a complicated time. The easy answer is that you were running around the truck Friday night while your dad was packing it to go cam
View fullsize Portrait of a Wyoming mom trying (unsuccessfully) to catch her February fish on the last possible day of the month in 45 mph gusts in the one hour of daylight she had after work.
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View fullsize Thankful for everything. Today and always. #happythanksgiving
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