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

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

I recently fell in love with the worst commute I’ve ever had. I also still hate it, of course, but while rolling at a glacial pace toward the State Route 37 onramp at Mare Island, heading from my home ...

A white-headed woodpecker stirs the dawn quiet, hammering at a patch of charred bark stretching 15 feet up the trunk of a ponderosa pine. The first streaks of sun light the tree’s green crown, sending ...

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 ...