Naturalist Tour of Berggren Watershed Conservation Area
Visit the McKenzie River Trust’s 92-acre property on the Lower McKenzie River with ornithologist Dan Gleason. Learn more about habitat restoration, plants and animals –
Visit the McKenzie River Trust’s 92-acre property on the Lower McKenzie River with ornithologist Dan Gleason. Learn more about habitat restoration, plants and animals –
Join us on a bird walk along the Lower McKenzie River led by McKenzie River Trust Board member and avid birder Margie Paris. We’ll focus
What has two pairs of wings, lives near the water, and eats mosquitoes? A dragonfly! Join experts Steve Gordon and Cary Kerst for a family-oriented
Join dragonfly experts Steven Gordon and Cary Kerst for an afternoon field course on dragonflies and damselflies. Learn about the life cycle, preferred habitat, and
The Ferguson Creek Conservation Easement protects the distinctive natural features of the Hagen family’s property for future generations.
July 9, 2011 9am to 2pm The McKenzie River Guides Association, the McKenzie Flyfishers and the McKenzie Watershed Council are sponsoring the annual McKenzie River
Sunday, June 12 9 a.m. to 12 p.m. “Wick-y wick-y wick…tsweeeet tsweeeet!” Do you hear the calling of early summer in the air? It doesn’t
Join us for a bird walk along the Lower McKenzie River led by McKenzie River Trust staff bird enthusiast, Nicole Nielsen-Pincus! We’ll tour the riparian
By Tom Titus
Shortly after entering this canyon cut deep into the heart of the Oregon Coast Range, I stopped to stare back toward the gap through which I had entered. The December sky was finally exhausted. Her gray travel-worn cloak snagged on the teeth of a conifer ridge.
By Carter McKenzie
from beneath the ground
roots and quartz
fragments
glinting
water carrying
all it knows
from the mountains
By Paul Dage
Frogs. In some very comforting way, they haunt me. Their throaty songs still croak from out of a distant yet familiar past, reminding me of youthful days when Popsicles, bubble gum and mischief were the dandy wonders that lured me, a tow-headed boy, from one carefree summer’s day to the next.
By Charlie Quinn
My mother used to dig small pits in the sand of ‘Ewa Beach while I was still in her belly – the only way she could lie on her stomach during the last few months of her pregnancy.