It's easy to think of ourselves as standing outside of nature. We build houses to keep the weather out. We drive roads across deserts and mountains. We create grocery stores so food appears neatly packaged and waiting for us. We turn on faucets without thinking about where the water came from. We spend most of our days surrounded by things humans made, so it's understandable that we begin to believe we're somehow separate from the natural world. But we're not. We never have been. The truth is...

There’s something rare about driving through southern Utah and realizing just how much land is still open to people. Mile after mile of dirt roads, public trails, desert overlooks, and places where you can pull over, step out, and simply exist without fences every hundred feet. It feels free in a way much of the country no longer does. We took a few new roads this year and a few we have always loved. It’s kind of nuts to see how many more folks are out and about, but we usually take this trip...

There’s a version of ranching history that gets told in simple terms—dusty men in wide hats, driving cattle into the horizon while the campfire coffee boils over. It’s a good story. It’s just not the whole story. Because just outside the frame—sometimes in a skirt, sometimes in chaps, usually with a baby on her hip, back or waiting on the porch at the house—was a woman keeping the whole thing stitched together. Women have always been part of ranching. Not in a side-note kind of way, but in a...