The Bradford Era

After nearly two weeks, the dust has finally settled. Reentering reality, the old adage really hits home: life goes on. Honestly, it has been a strang...

SHARON, Conn. — As I made my way up the steep hill, I awkwardly hopped from one large, dark gray boulder to the next. Having come close to rolling an ...

BILLINGS, Mont. —The first thing I noticed about Billings, Mont., when looking down from the rim of Route 3 is the great number of trees that flood th...

WEST GLACIER, Mont. – Far off in the distance, we heard a rumbling boom. The sky was dark as we rode through the rolling hills of yellow grasslands, t...

OLYMPIC, Wash. — As the final rays of sun disappeared behind the treetops, the valley plunging into a deep, dark shade of 9 o’clock blue, a mother bla...

GRESHAM, Ore. — Snapping the legs into place, I set up the tripod, affixed my Sony camera in place and set the drive mode to a five-second timer. Raci...

SPRINGDALE, Utah — After a weeklong trek through the mountains and evergreen forests of Colorado, it was finally time to dip out of the high elevation...

BOULDER, Colo. — As Pearl scuttled through the deep Animas River Valley, just beyond the town of Silverton, she faced a losing race against the settin...

ALAMOGORDO, N.M. – As usual, I was the first one awake on Tuesday morning. I slowly rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and took in the silence around me....