It’s 7:54 a.m. A vibrant red and orange dawn is breaking in the east; the sun’s rays are straining to tip-toe across the high wall of Glacier Gorge to our left. We watch the earth wake up around us from…
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The first time I visited Rocky Mountain National Park in the 1960s, I fell in love. It was the first of many parks I would visit in my lifetime and it left quite an impression. It wasn’t just the snow-capped…
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After carefully making our way around tide pools, picking lines over beach ball sized boulders, and slogging across loose, gravelly beaches, it was a relief to round the final rocky headland. By this time, we were looking forward to settling…
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We headed south. Our plan was to drive as far as possible through Colombia’s rich lowlands before venturing into the mountains. We had no idea how the rickshaw would perform at altitude and we were doing everything we could to…
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“Let me just send one last email before you go,” my wife says, as she slips away into the bedroom. My one-year-old son and I put my backpack and a couple pair of boots into the back of the wagon,…
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Blake Herrington first honed his climbing skills on a massive Douglas Fir rising out of his neighbor’s yard in the North Cascade Mountains. The evergreen tree—an iconic Pacific Northwest native—proved to be the perfect training apparatus. Herrington took to the…
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I’d noticed it before on this trip, but not as acutely as I did when the lightning struck a little after midnight. Wrapped in my sleeping bag, I’d left the rain fly off my tent because, after three cloudy nights,…
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We thought a slight adjustment in our course would give us a better view of the orcas breaching in the distance. They must have thought the same thing. In a matter of minutes they had halved the distance between us….
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Adrian Traquair and Dustin Corkery are two normal dudes going big on an epic adventure. The goal? To travel the length of South America in a rickshaw. But first they have to get “the worst vehicle ever invented” to the…
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A Long way from LaLaLand It started when I was 18 years old—the dream of climbing in the Cirque of the Unclimbables in Canada’s Northwest Territories. It wasn’t until I was 35 that I made it happen with Brian, a…
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I watched the water droplets drip from the brim of my wool hat and knew that it was going to be a long day in the saddle. We were at the edge of the Bob Marshall Wilderness, preparing to take…
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“On a dark day, not long after the eve of the year had been toasted, heavy rain pounded on dark shake eaves as a tea kettle boiled over unnoticed. Cozy and warm, for what they would soon come to realize…
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