A battle-cry of a screech was issued above my car. I looked up to see a flurry of talons and feathers over a telephone pole.

On a waterlogged highway, cars drive into the sea. Truck cabs and bus windows poke up above the waves; sedans are fully submerged, burbling through the water like schooling fish. This is not a scene ...

Tiny silver fish float up at Clear Lake in August. Big Valley Band of Pomo Indians records indicate this was the biggest fish kill since 2017. (Courtesy of Luis Santana) As Luis Santana motored out ...

For open-water swimmers like me, autumn in San Francisco Bay is a halcyon moment between the punishing winds of summer and the frigid swells of winter. It’s the one season when both water and air are ...

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From his home in Martinez, naturalist John Muir had splendid views of the surrounding hills and ridgelines. But he preferred hiking for even more expansive vistas. “I only went out for a walk,” he ...

Less than 300 years ago, San Francisco was a land of hills and sand dunes, where Ramaytush-speaking Ohlone lived in seasonal communities along creeks and the Bay. They lived lightly on the land in ...