Carlee Koehler

Carlee is a junior at UNL majoring in fisheries and wildlife biology and Journalism and minoring in mathematics, biology, and environmental studies. The majority of her childhood consisted of mulberry-stained feet squishing in mud and her arms cuddling the multiple pets she's raised. After spending half of the summer abroad in France, she's ready for the next adventure and will be traveling to stay in Scotland for the 2018 spring semester. She is very grateful to be a part of the time-lapse project team and hopes to educate people about the importance of preserving this beautiful piece of the planet.

Carlee's Work

In June, a small team of PBT interns set out for the highest point in the Platte Basin watershed. We had big intentions of catching 5-star media to fill in cracks for the Grays Peak scene in the upcoming PBT documentary featuring Mike and Pete’s 55-day, 1,300-mile journey across the watershed. Grays Peak is the highest point in the Platte Basin […]

A swath of freezing rain was coming to glaze the central United States in a sheet of ice. The storm even earned itself a name- Jupiter. Fresh produce was clearing the shelves of the grocery stores, residents kept the salt or kitty litter close at hand, tarps and towels were tied over windshields, and fuel […]

I clearly remember the moment when I received a phone call from Peter Stegen offering me the internship with the Platte Basin Timelapse project. It was the summer before my freshman year of college at UNL, and I was casually hiking in the Colorado Rockies in preparation for the next morning’s hike to the top […]

When standing on a mountain top, I can see massive ranges stretching into the distance while down at my feet, a delicate tundra flower possesses vivid color and minuscule patterns. It’s big, it’s small, it’s up, it’s down, it’s everywhere; gorgeous detail covering every inch of the natural world.

The day started how one would expect when setting off for an exciting first day of outdoor field work. It was pouring. Mariah, Ethan and I loaded up our gear into the back of the truck, stared up at the sky, willing it to ceasefire, then set off, trying hard to focus on our 90s jams rather than think of the wetlands we’d be traipsing through in the morning.