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Silver Wings

Sara Beesley, director of the Mitchell Lake Audubon Center in San Antonio, thought she might have fallen prey to some…

Unbridled Spirit

My horse Annie, a 16-year-old chestnut mare with soulful eyes and long lashes, relaxes her ears and ambles calmly toward…

Rockin’ Reimers Ranch

My fingers were cramping but my legs weren’t shaking … yet. I had a solid foothold but a somewhat questionable…

Mission: Kayak

The river rounds a bend and six mossy-backed turtles sunning on a row of rocks drop into the water—plop, plop,…

Desert Twinkle

A wide asphalt airstrip stretches 5,500 feet into the desert landscape toward a row of hills in the distance. I…

Silo Diving

I’ve always considered myself a pretty brave guy. I’ve gone hang gliding, swum with stingrays, and even eaten face-melting ghost…

Running the Rock

We’ve been running for about 15 minutes—skipping over small boulders and sidestepping cacti that spike up from a trail winding…

A Desert Diverse

Resting in the shade next to a pool of clear water, I could almost forget that miles and miles of…

Alligator Alley

Big Al looks as though he might be dozing at the edge of his murky pond. Closer inspection reveals, however,…

A Day in the Roughs

The river rounded a bend and ahead of me, civilization dropped away. A heron soared overhead, Pterodactyl-like, and a few…

To the Bat Cave!

I’m thinking to myself, “That cave doesn’t look big enough for all those bats.”

Paddling and Painting

A pleasant breeze rocked my kayak and rustled pale green and brown marsh grasses around me. Overhead, a few wispy…
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