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.

I saw literally every species of fish found in the lake,” except for the Clear Lake tule perch, Santana says. The ...

On a waterlogged highway, cars drive into the sea. Truck cabs and bus windows poke up above the waves; sedans are fully ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...