Last year, a record number of British Columbia's largest land carnivores were killed; some say this sport undermines tourism businesses, so why does the B.C. government allow trophy killings of grizzlies?

In 1996, a peace accord ushered in a new era of calm. The guerrillas have laid down their arms and the bloodthirsty dictators are collecting pensions, making possible a backcountry biking adventure that would have been a fool’s game at the height of the civil war.

Last June, Brian Gunn, president of the Campbell River–based Wilderness Tourism Association, travelled to Norway with a group of environmentalists to meet with the CEO and shareholders of the second-largest fish-farming company in the world. He hoped to convey the message that net-pen salmon aquaculture is threatening B.C.’s coastal-tourism industry.

A trek through around Nevado Illampu in the western Cordillera Real takes a dramatic turn in the imagination of our narrator, while the impassive guide gets on with the real business of boiling water, toting gear, and keeping an eye out for the very real dangers

Back in 1978, a young Wade Davis scored the job of his dreams. Hired as a park ranger to explore and map B.C.'s newly established Spatsizi Plateau Wilderness Park, he had a wonderfully vague job description: wilderness assessment and public relations. In two seasons he "related" to fewer than a dozen visitors.

We’re bobbing in a boat in the middle of Duncan Lake, an emerald-coloured, pristine mountain lake full of Dolly Varden char, rainbow trout, and mountain whitefish.

Advocates of closed-pen aquaculture are having a tough time convincing governments that this approach is financially viable.

Ecologists face a dense thicket of problems posed by tough, prolific ivy and weeds.

Four horses stir the ground and toss their heads as a breeze blows bunch grass in golden waves across the hillside.

Tree-planting can be a confounding occupation. At times tedious, filthy, and physically debilitating, it can also be lucrative, character-building, and the foundation of a carefree lifestyle that is downright addicting. That morning in May 2003 started much like any other for planters staying at the Woods Lagoon logging camp on British Columbia's West Coast.

Stars shine in a night that's black as coal, and the peaks soaring above Cousins Inlet form barely discernible outlines that brood on the horizon. When the moon finally crests the ridge, the lower fingers of glaciers visible from sea level take on a blue glow.