The "L pod" traveling from the Pacific Northwest included a months-old calf and a female orca in her 90s.
Good for sledding, bad for driving.
There are now just 74 southern resident orcas left in the wild.
Tahlequah, whose newborn died on July 24, was spotted swimming without her calf's body on Saturday.
It's yet another loss for the Pacific Northwest's starving orca population.
This underscores the reality that the decisions that matter are being made in the states.
Thanks for the poison lobster, El Niño.
"The future will belong to the nature-smart--those individuals, families, businesses, and political leaders who develop a
Hit the road Jack!
Self portrait, NYC on left, Mt. Baker on Right. First light on Coleman Glacier. I had a great day job, working with a brilliant
Documentary Filmmaker, Louise Amandes, Talks Cartoons, Collaboration, And Getting Into San Diego Comic-Con
An eclectic artist herself, Louise knows a little something about both the joy and struggle of the artist's life.
Ticking time bombs are rumbling through the Pacific Northwest. Nearly overnight the railways have become primary transport routes for trains filled with highly flammable crude oil. With this rapid increase in traffic has come an enormous uptick in explosions.
It might make sense for Hillary Clinton to play the long game and campaign in high-profile locales - but it's a drag the Democratic frontrunner couldn't at least hold a rally in beautiful Oregon before the recent primary here.
Ever priced out that insane West Coast road trip you've been wanting to do forever? There's a good chance you gave up midway through your research -- oceanfront real estate, one quickly learns, is expensive -- if you can even find space. Low season? What's that -- even in the dead of winter, California in particular remains popular with travelers from around the world.
With their faces disguised by black, tar-like cloth--shaded further by dark top hats, enshrouded in ostentatious suiting--grunge-rock duo The Lost Poets are equal parts visual and sonic, building a shadowy artistic experience with image as much as with their instruments.
As I continue my rocky spiritual journey through Lent, I notice that I am still, as always, seriously guilty of what the Buddhists call clinging. Westerners might call it greed, getting attached to the temporal and earthly at the expensive of things eternal and divine. Greedy clinging is not good for you, wise folks of every tradition will tell you. It'll make you suffer.