The ongoing novel coronavirus pandemic has made bustling cities like New York resemble ghost towns. Social distancing has shut national parks and turned tropical paradises into forbidden islands. But instead of dreaming about canceled trips, why not learn about some strange places that have always been forbidden?… continue reading at Men’s Journal.
We considered it more of a hiking trip,” said the mysterious raft guide. “We looked at the river as an obstacle to going hiking.”
“Wait,” I said. “Did you just say hiking?”… continue reading at Duct Tape Diaries blog.
Hi I’m Gary! I’m old and don’t take hills too well … You can only get in me via the passenger door … Please put a bit of oil in me before you drive me … I’ve got a nasty little leak... continue reading about the Shuttle Vehicle Wall of Shame at Men’s Journal!
It’s the morning of New Year’s Eve, and the exact moment I step out of my tent, I spot a dorsal fin. It rises briefly into the mist from the placid Brickhill River, next to Cumberland Island National Seashore, and vanishes… continue reading at Adventure Cyclist Magazine!
High noon on a hot summer afternoon in the Reno suburbs and I’m getting a lot of looks. It’s probably my odd appearance. Chaco sandals. Sunburned calves. Sky blue board shorts. Bright green paddling shirt with the hoodie pulled over a visor. When combined with a few days of boater stubble and reflective sunglasses, I’ve been told I resemble an aquatic version of the 1980s FBI Unabomber sketch… continue reading at Duct Tape Diaries blog!
I was 30-something miles into my day, pushing a loaded bike up a never-ending heap I’d nicknamed Powder Mountain, when I began talking to myself. Stuff like: Where did things go wrong? Why did you insist on this trail? And: How come hoodoos are SO stupid?… continue reading about exploring the Paunsaugunt Plateau at Adventure Cyclist Magazine!
The view was startling. By standing on an old stone wall, in a clearing just off the gravel shuttle road, Big Piney Creek was visible far below. It was making one of those photogenic meanders through the Ozarks, a nearly circular 180, like the famous Horseshoe Bend in Arizona… continue reading at Duct Tape Diaries!
“I’ll tell you where that treasure is,” declared a local fella at the bar. Me and my best buddies were in the mountains of Colorado. And our conversation about this hidden treasure had all the implications of a cowboy film… continue reading at Men’s Journal.