From the time my daughters were in diapers, Higgs family vacations have always followed my Nikon to the wildest places we could handle, from Sleeping Bear Dunes on the northern shores of Lake Michigan to the Smokey Mountains around Cherokee, N.C.

Now that we’re all grown up, my D600 and I led them and my two grandkids in 2023 to the Upper Amazon River, which is literally the world’s wildest landscape at the center of the Earth.

In May, we’re venturing to the far northern end of the planet to explore the vast wilderness known as Lapland between Rovaniemi, Finland, and Alta, Norway, where I will capture – and the family will experience – the Arctic Ocean in the Midnight Sun.

Before I learned my Colombian friends Patricia and sister Luz lived in Yecla, Spain, I had never heard of the place.

The town of some 35,000 sits in the Southeast of Spain, in the heart of the region’s olive, almond, and wine country. Arid climate, sandy soil.

For a scenic jaunt, Patricia and Luz’s husband Juan led me to Photo Stops above and southeast of Yecla for panoramic shots from the Santuario del Castillo (Castle Sanctuary) Mirador del Paso de la Bandera (Flag Path Viewpoint) and other miradors.

In-town stops included the magnificent Basílica de la Purísima Concepción (Basilica of the Immaculate Conception), whose cornerstone was laid two and a half centuries ago.

In what seems like many lives ago, I spent three days exploring Venice, two with my friends Estella and Thomas and one solo.

Part of my Retirement Travel Trifecta project, Venice’s 118 islands connected by canals and bridges marked our last experience with my now-Austrian friends before flying south to Yecla, Spain, where I would spend a week-and-a-half with Estella’s sisters Luz and Patricia.

We stayed in an apartment right off the Grand Canal, by the Ponte dell ‘Accademia bridge, literally the perfect location from which to follow the alleyways and canals in every direction, on foot, via ferry, and, of course, by gondola. Stops included the Rialto Bridge and Bellinis at Harry’s Bar.

The Panther Creek Hollow and Crooked Creek area of the Hoosier National Forest has become the first photo stop on the Revisiting the Charles C. Deam Wilderness: A Half Century Later project.

Located in a remote section of world-famous Brown County, Indiana, the Panther and Crooked Creeks meet and drain the densely forested, surrounding hills a half mile north of the Middle Fork of the Salt Creek, which feeds Lake Monroe, the state’s largest lake.

Under legislation pending in Congress, Panther Creek would become part of the 12,953-acre Deam Wilderness.

This photo album will be updated from time to time as the project continues.

I chose Panther Creek Hollow for the initial steps into this new Limestone Post series on my return to the Deam Wilderness and surrounding Hoosier National Forest backcountry for reasons beyond its unparalleled wildness.

Running east from its confluence with Crooked Creek below Miller Ridge in Southwest Brown County, feeding the Middle Fork of the Salt Creek less than a half mile downstream, Panther is indeed as deeply remote as anywhere in the Lower Midwest.

Its watershed is covered by deciduous hardwood forest that’s as old growth as forest gets in Indiana. It’s one of my favorite places on the globe, with a photographic history that dates back four decades.

Jeff Stant and I took the first steps on our new book project on the Charles C. Deam Wilderness by bushwhacking across a foot-deep snow accumulation between the Blackwell Horse Camp and the Mt. Carmel Fault, a geological formation that runs some 50 miles through four Southern Indiana counties and the Deam’s western end.

Due to a late start and a rapidly sinking sun, we reached the fault but turned back before descending to a valley full of waterfalls, which had been the goal.

We will get an earlier start next time.

I can’t say the nascent shuffles toward the first installment of our Limestone Post Revisiting the Deam Wilderness series unfolded as planned.

I decided that Panther Creek Hollow is the first target for this nostalgic wilderness exploration and that Grandson Vale would be my inaugural hiking companion. In the wake of a foot of hill-country snow and a week of below freezing temps, we drove to the Crooked Creek Ramp on the Middle Fork of the Salt Creek to take some deep-winter pictures.

We walked as far as we could up the frozen Brown County channel that connects the ramp to the Middle Fork – until my boots got water in them.

Trouble was, I was so preoccupied with an adventurous 13 year old and me both on ice – grandpa on snow cover, grandson on glare – that I neglected some basic attention-to-camera details and overexposed the photos.

So, I had to go back solo to finish the job, after he went home.

Forest preservationists in the nation’s Heartland are again pushing Congress to nearly triple the size of a Southern Indiana wildland complex in the Hoosier National Forest, guardedly hopeful it will pass this session after narrowing failing in the last.

The Benjamin Harrison National Recreation Area and Wilderness Establishment Act would more than double the Hoosier’s Charles C. Deam Wilderness to 28,253 acres and add a 29,382-acre buffer, where use would be restricted primarily to backcountry recreation such as hiking, horseback riding, mountain biking, mushroom gathering, hunting, birdwatching, nature photography, solitude, etc.

Introduced in the Senate in 2023 and 2024 by then Republican U.S. Senator and now Indiana Governor Mike Braun, and in the House in 2024 by Ninth District Republican Representative Erin Houchin, the bill died in the lame duck days of the 118th session as part of a package of public lands bills torpedoed by House Republican leadership.

After a week buried under a foot of snow and a meeting with friends at the Limestone Post, it seems I am still taking to heart the most profound quote I’ve elicited from anyone in my 50-year career as a journalist, photographer, and author:

“Every second is an opportunity for extraordinary depth and fulfillment of purpose.” – Andy Mahler

I will be returning to my roots in 2026, hiking through and photographing the Charles C. Deam Wilderness for a series of Limestone features, as well as an Andy-style coffee table book on Jeff Stant and the largest block of unbroken hardwood forest in the Lower Midwest.

Nearly every second that I have for purpose and fulfillment this year will be devoted to help make happen what Jeff Stant and I know is a once-in-a-lifetime.

As our boatsman swung wide right and throttled his motor down at the San Martín de Amacayacu landing, a quote from the renowned anthropologist, ethnobotanist, and expert on all things Colombian Amazon Wade Davis echoed in my mind: “For me, the journey we’re about to embark on has been written on a map of dreams.”

When we stepped out of our dugout wooden vessel and onto the mudbank at San Martín, we weren’t just in the Amazon, as we had been the day before in the Tres Fronteras cities of Leticia, Santa Rosa, and Tabatinga.

We were in the jungle, in the world’s most magnificent rainforest.

As detailed in this four-part series, Bill Thomas is the one individual most responsible for the half century path that led me to Andy Mahler and the Hoosier National and Indiana University acquiring my professional archive — 50 years of my nature images and my Bill Thomas files among them.

Bill served as a mentor, friend, and muse from the moment we met at a camera store in downtown Bloomington in 1979 until I completed my half-century quest to photograph the Amazon in 2024 and am now planning a nature photo adventure to the Scandinavian Arctic in 2026.

Along my journey into the past, I discovered that the Internet has precious little information about a man who, through his writings, photographs, seminars, and presentations on photography and nature touched untold thousands of lives throughout his 75 years on Earth.

I have a trove of memories from the times I spent with Hilario Martinez in Colombia, the most vivid among them his reaction when I relayed news reports in 1975 that said some Americans were eating dog food. We were in a Chinese restaurant in Bogotá, and the image so contradicted Hilario’s preconceived notion of America as the land of plenty that he put his hands over his ears and shook his head “No!” while hunched over his plate slurping a single spaghetti noodle.

For my purposes, Hilario was perfect. I needed someone to handle on-the-ground tasks that an importing business requires in the country of origin – purchasing the products, shepherding them through customs, and shipping them to the states. Most importantly, I needed someone who was honest, as Colombia was notorious as a land of thieves. I traveled with the people, and they were always warning me of the dangers.

I’ve played the author game enough times to recognize the life cycle of ink on paper in the Digital Age. And, barring a lightning bolt, I’m certain that the coffee table book Andy Mahler and the Hoosier National: The Folk Hero and the Forest He Loves, will be a Limited Edition of 250 copies.

While Andy and I discussed running this project through a nonprofit, we chose to do it ourselves, with the transparency and conscience of a nonprofit, professing social missions from the start.

Here’s a report.

We had learned in Cartegena that artisans wove the wall hangings in a crafts village about a hundred miles south of Barranquilla. Almost a month to the day after I flew to Colombia the first time, Victor and I were on a bus to San Jacinto to pursue my evolving vision of an international cottage industry with a social conscience.

That ride was straight out of Romancing the Stone – ancient, loud, brightly painted buses with Jesus statuettes on the dashboards; stony-eyed locals with bags, boxes, crates, babies, birds, and pigs jamming every cubic inch of the seats and aisles; and drivers who stopped for anyone and anything on the roadside, no matter how packed their vehicles.

We disembarked at a shop called the Almacen La Feria de las Hamacas. With Victor translating, I negotiated with one of the proprietors, while sipping a warm Coca Cola, my beverage of choice in 1974 Colombia. No water was potable for non-natives, not even in the mountains, I would later painfully learn.

My first trip to Colombia on my way to the Amazon River was actually pretty ridiculous. Travel was never a priority in my family, and by 1974 I had only been out of the country twice — camping in Canada and breaking for spring in Negril, Jamaica, my senior year at Indiana University. The only Spanish my buddy John and I knew were leftover snippets from introductory Español in high school and college.

The only draw the place held was hand woven, cotton wall hangings that, John said, were marketable to home decorator-type Americans. A bonus was that Colombia truly was an exotic culture, something I had wanted to experience since I read my first National Geographic in the John Marshall High School library in Indianapolis. And it was a photographer’s paradise, what with a Caribbean Coast, the Andes Mountains, and a port on the Amazon River.

When Pablo Escobar scotched my plans to photograph the Upper Amazon Rainforest in 1976, I turned to the closest jungle I could find to satisfy my innate desire to journalistically explore the woods – the Hoosier National Forest.

Exactly one year after my first trip to Colombia and precisely one year before my last, I had floated up a flooded Saddle Creek Valley surrounded by steep, densely forested Hoosier National hillsides. From the bow of that small wooden fishing boat on Lake Monroe, I captured my first images of what would become a lifelong photographic pursuit.

I didn’t know in May 75 that I was viewing the Hoosier National through a camera lens for the first time. But I did a month later when my guide and buddy Eagle Scout Tim Hoffman led my Irish Setter Shannon and I, full pack on my back, to a campsite on a ridgetop above Patton Cave, whose mouth overlooks the Saddle Creek.

To suggest Tabatinga’s Mirador Komara is the best place for sunset over the Amazon River would be folly, given the enormity of the river’s geography. But the outdoor club on the southern outskirts of the Brazilian city would make any list, especially if sipping caipirinhas and local culture watching are goals.

Called Mirante da Comara on Google Maps, the popular nightlife destination lies bankside across a wide expanse of the Amazon where it reunites on the Brazilian/Peruvian border after a brief channel split that encircles the island of Santa Rosa, Peru. Both names translate as Comara Viewpoint (or Vantage Point), which proved the perfect punctuation to our only experience in Brazil during our week on the Upper Amazon.

Before I begin relating my four-decade tale about Andy Mahler and Me, I want to share an observation from my granddaughter Raina, which I know you all will intuitively appreciate.

A month before he passed, I brought her and her brother Vale down to the Lazy Black Bear, I guess, to say goodbye. A few months before that, Rain had spent an afternoon exploring this hidden fantasyland in the woods with her bff Ayturk, while Andy and I talked. As we were leaving that last time, she proclaimed with an unforgettable smile on her face:

“This is the most magical place I’ve ever been.”

I’m no expert on James Joyce’s place in literary history. But as we strolled along the Grande Canal de Trieste, I knew I was walking in the literal footsteps of the writer for whom an old college friend once earned class strokes for calling “the most innovative author of the 20th Century.”

Along the canal bank stands a statue of the Irish novelist, who for 16 years lived in Trieste, where he began writing Ulysses. Two years after he left the small Italian port in 1920, his masterpiece was published in Paris.

Just across the bridge to the south, the James Joyce Café occupies the corner of Via Roma and Via Genova.

When we sat down in Santa Rosa, Peru, for our first experience on the world’s greatest river, the thought of a military jet flying over the Brisas del Amazon restaurant to send a hostile message was totally counterintuitive.

We had landed in Leticia, Colombia, the morning of June 15, 2024, checked into the port city’s Waira Suites Hotel, and walked to our first encounter with an iconic, tri-border sign saying we were in Colombia and would cross into Brazil if we continued straight, or Peru if we turned right.

When we emerged from the as-far-as-I-can-tell unnamed Leticia tributary onto the Amazon River itself, daughter Jessica told her sister, niece, and nephew, “I’ve never seen dad smile so much.”

Thanks to the incredible interest and generosity of our friends, pre-orders of Andy Mahler and the Hoosier National will be delivered the week of Sept. 26.

I have approved the final electronic proof. The presses are scheduled to roll on Sept. 23.
While Andy sadly will not be joining me as we had hoped, I will be the solo guest at two public events in Bloomington following its release:

– Morgenstern Books: Slideshow and talk, Oct. 28, 6-7 p.m.
– Juniper Gallery, Book Club Author of the Month, Nov. 19, 4-5:30

I will also be the featured speaker at the annual Heartwood Reunion in Orange County on Friday, Oct. 3.

It’s with deeply conflicted emotions that I announce StevenHiggs.com is offering pre-orders of our latest book Andy Mahler and the Hoosier National: The Folk Hero and the Forest He Loves.

Andy passed away on Aug. 30, 2025, two days before the 130-page product of our 15-month collaboration was ready for the printer. He did, however, gleefully embrace a copy of the second draft two weeks before he died.

The 8.5×11, full color coffee table book is intended to spread the word about the equally remarkable stories of Andy’s life and his career as a forest activist. The journey begins with his family’s escape from Nazi Austria in 1938 and ends 87 years later with his passing at his home in the middle of the Hoosier National Forest.

Bloomington’s Limestone Post magazine has posted an outstanding article by Anne Kibbler titled “Andy Mahler: Folk Hero of the Forest” about Andy and our book collaboration.

Anne writes a compelling piece about the day she spent with Andy and I traipsing around the backwoods sections of the Hoosier National Forest in Orange County that the U.S. Forest Service calls Buffalo Springs, where they want to clearcut, burn, and chemically spray 30,000 acres.

Here’s her lead to the story.

“A journey through the Hoosier National Forest with Andy Mahler is a spiritual quest, a melding of a mind deeply attuned to the environment with the physicality and majesty of the surrounding trees.”

I will publicly unveil StevenHiggs.com and my new coffee table book Andy Mahler and the Hoosier National: The Folk Hero and the Forest He Loves on August 15 in French Lick, Ind.

The occasion will be the annual gathering of the Indiana Democratic Party, which will give Andy a Legacy Award for his lifetime of contributions to the party, region, and state. I will be introducing Andy at the dinner and have been asked to include the following in my remarks.

“Andy has worked the polls for many years, ran for commissioner and been an active citizen at many county and state meetings, representing values our party believes in, in addition to the grass roots organizations he has initiated.”