Jules Evens

Naturalist and writer Jules Evens has lived near Point Reyes for over 30 years. He is the founder of Avocet Research Associates and the author of The Natural History of the Point Reyes Peninsula and An Introduction to California Birdlife (both UC Press).

All Abuzz on Muddy Hollow Trail

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“Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.”  —Mary Oliver See this hike mapped: Muddy Hollow Trail This short (1.5 mile), gentle walk follows the course … Read more

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Abbott’s Lagoon Photo Gallery

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A visit to Abbott’s Lagoon always proves rewarding and never fails to offer a fresh experience. I’ve strolled down to the main lagoon dozens of times over the years and each visit is unique and memorable.

Fir forest in summer fog near the top of Old Pine Trail. Photo by Jules Evens.

In the Fog Drip at Point Reyes

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“To find new things, take the path you took yesterday.” —John Burroughs I was thinking about John Burroughs, “the Grand Old Man of Nature,” as I walked the trails that climb from Bear Valley up to Inverness Ridge. Although I’ve … Read more

Point Reyes: Palomarin to Bear Valley

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Last night, for the first time in their 132-year rivalry, the San Francisco Giants swept the L.A. Dodgers with a shutout. This morning my granddaughter, Kalia, took her first steps and the Supreme Court upheld “Obamacare.” To celebrate, I decided to take a long “walkabout.”

Crowning Glories: 50 Years of Point Reyes

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Point Reyes for millennia provided rich habitat to a diversity of plant and animal species. Its discovery and settlement by Europeans and then Americans altered the landscape, but not irretrievably. And thanks to some determined visionaries, the peninsula and its habitats were protected 50 years ago.

Point Reyes: Fingers of the Sea

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Dawn. Spring tide. Fog shrouds the estuary. A shore-cast tree trunk–contorted, branching skyward–rests in the shallows. On its twisted branches roost a half-dozen cormorants, some with wings outstretched or akimbo, others standing upright, necks coiled into graceful question marks. That congregation, silhouetted by the morning light, suspended on the rising tide between the pewter sky and the mercurial bay, conjures a prehistoric diorama, a world awaiting sunlight parables.