In Remembrance of Mark Twain

Last week, on April 15th, flags across America flew at half-staff. No, not in grief over the taxes I owed the government—in fact, this year, for the first time in quite a while, I am due a refund. One of my duties as a park ranger at Kilauea Point National Wildlife Refuge is to raise…

Report from Ranger Rogers: Endangered Human Species Spotted

Last week it was the Kermadec Petrel. This week it was Ed and Bob. I’ve always said what I love about the northernmost point of the main Hawaiian Islands is there’s always something interesting going on. Usually, I say it in reference to the wildlife.  And usually I mean it in a positive way. Last…

Report from Ranger Rogers: Speaking of Scat.

Wedge-tailed shearwater are back at Kilauea Point National Wildlife Refuge. I can tell by the white splotches on the sidewalk leading from the fee booth, alongside the bookstore, and up the slight hill to where the first view of the lighthouse comes into focus. Where nene scat resembles a cat’s leavings and is easily scooped;…

Happy Birthday, Robert.

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” Today, I honor Robert Lee Frost, the poet who endorsed free thinking and a “forge your own path” philosophy for life in his poem The Road Not Taken. Or did he? A…

Report from Ranger Rogers: St. Pat and Scat

St. Patrick must have been a friendly guy. I suppose all the raucous celebration of him is testament to that. Because his day—Tuesday, March 17th—seemed to put everybody in a good mood at Kilauea Point National Wildlife Refuge last week. As if the place itself (gorgeous) and the wildlife (cool) living there isn’t enough to…

Report from Ranger Rogers: From Blue to Brown

I recently traded blue for brown. And what a difference it has made. For the past eight-ish years, I’ve volunteered at Kilauea Point National Wildlife Refuge, wearing a blue t-shirt with just about any old pair of shorts or skorts or capris–in khaki, oatmeal, gunmetal, or green. I’d rove the northernmost point of the main…