By Claire Wood, Leelanau Conservancy Communications Director. We set out from Leland Harbor in two canoes on a calm, sunny morning in late August. The hypnotizing ripples of turquoise water […]
Category Archives: Essays
Lighthouse West: An Essay by Kathleen Stocking
The wind never seems to stops blowing at the tip of the Leelanau Peninsula. Walk across this small promontory, which stretches north into the dark, early-winter waters of Lake Michigan, […]
Essay: The Healing Power of Nature
While waiting for a hike to begin during Earth Week last spring at Kehl Lake, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. Glancing at the screen, I saw it […]
Bringing the Next Generation Along
The older I get, the more I enjoy being around young people. They give me hope for the future in what often seems to be a crazy and chaotic world. […]
Clay Cliffs: Home for Eagles
In 2013 while conducting a botanical survey along the shore beneath Clay Cliffs, two of our staff members came upon a pair of eagles. One, which looked to be an […]
Celebrating 30 Years: Our Founders Reflect
LOOKING BACK By Ed and Bobbie Collins, Founders–October, 2018 In mid-October the Leelanau Conservancy will celebrate the 30th anniversary of its opening ceremony. It is known as one of the most […]
Message From Executive Director Tom Nelson
Published in our 2017 Annual Report “We will not fight to save what we do not love.” —Scientist and Author Stephen Jay Gould When people ask me about the successes […]
“A Personal Conservation Ethic:” Chairman’s Column, April 2018
A Personal Conservation Ethic Like you, I love Leelanau. We’ve traveled a good bit, but Linda and I chose Leelanau for our part-time residence over 30 years ago, and it’s […]
Kathleen Stocking Essay on Houdek Dunes
Think of waves of sand, like a bolt of pale, champagne-colored, watered silk – the kind of moiré silk that might be worn by a Russian princess at her wedding […]
Kathleen Stocking Essay on Chippewa Run Natural Area
A Treasured Natural Area in the Village of Empire There’s a large field, remnants of an old orchard, a sixty-five-year-old planting of pines, and a little creek on the outskirts […]
