View on Fodor’s page here. Watch out: you’re about to have a new favorite sandwich shop. This trendy hole-in-the-wall establishment serves up inventive creations like the pork belly cubano with ham, swiss, pickles, and mustard on a light poppyseed bun that will put all other sandwiches to shame. Try the meatball parmigiano hero, the albacore tuna […]
When a razor clam senses danger, it doesn’t hang around to see what’s going to happen, it gets the hell out. With limited resources at its disposal — no claws, teeth… limbs — this means digging with its body, and digging fast. The Oregon Coast is bursting with edibles this time of year. And while harvesting […]
Laura, Alexis and I summited Mount Everest the other night under a full moon. Ok, so we weren’t actually in the Himalayas, and the mountain was a few thousand feet shorter, but we saw snow, we saw crevasses and there were ropes and crampons involved. It was basically the same thing. We climbed Vallanaraju, an […]
Our jeep barreled for an entire day across the infinite nothingness of the Salar de Uyuni, the largest salt flat in the world. For six hours straight, we saw salt, we saw sky, and that’s about it. The salar is 4,633 square miles of packed salt that measures an average of 23 feet thick. It’s […]
Abby and me, taking a break in the shade outside Hancock, Maryland A wave of nearly 100-degree heat hit me as soon as I opened the door of my car in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia to assemble my bike for a four-day bike-packing trip along the Chesapeake and Ohio Canal Towpath with my friend Abby. […]
Every morning around 5:30 a.m., voices outside our tent would offer us coca tea, saying, in not so many words, it was time to get our lazy asses out bed and head for the holy site. To avoid the crowds and expense of the super-popular Inca Trail, Laura and I chose an alternate route to […]
11 Dec Nobody is safe. 22 Jan My coworkers and me in the Fantástico Sur office on the second floor of Refugio Torres Central. Milan (back row, higher boy) just brought us some toast from the kitchen downstairs, so we’re all happy. Everyone stay at refugios run by Fantástico Sur! They’re the best! You’ll be […]
I can’t ignore my public storage unit, no matter how much I’d like to, because it has eaten my favorite pairs of shoes. See, before I left for South America last year, I shoved all my worldly possessions, including a cardboard box of my favorite footwear, into this 8 x 10 foot unit. I have […]
Rain dripped off the front edge of my helmet Saturday morning as I pedaled with about 2,500 riders down Chestnut Street in Chattanooga on the first stretch of the annual 3-State, 3-Mountain Challenge. The 100-mile bicycle ride would take me through three states and up three mountains by the end of the day — if […]
Lighted coals smoking in his beard, the pirate Blackbeard terrorized the Atlantic seaboard for years, stealing merchant ship cargo and murdering all who challenged him. The savage pirate met his demise near Ocracoke Island, the southernmost of North Carolina’s Outer Banks in November 1718 at the hands of British Navy Lieutenant Robert Maynard. According to […]
Social media is turning consumers into entrepreneurs. The end of ownership? Find the original article here. I’m no stranger to borrowing in the most traditional sense. I check out books from the library, rent cars on vacation and forage through my sister’s closet when my own wardrobe seems stale. But I’m a novice when it […]
Portland wears graphic tees and skinny jeans and slings a courier bag over its shoulder whenever it goes anywhere. Its favorite color, by far, is green. The city defies traditional categorization in many ways. But it also has some definite preferences. And here they are, in no order whatsoever: Likes: Riding bikes, listening to indie […]
I would have loved the waterfalls. At least that’s what my sister Laura told me as we turned around less than a mile into our hike on the Eagle Creek Trail in the Columbia River Gorge, 40 miles east of Portland. After crossing several patches of black ice over a 60-foot drop into a rushing […]
Living in a yurt is much different from not living in a yurt. It’s colder, for one. Only a thin layer of canvas separates you from the 20 below outside, and you consistently find yourself wearing multiple pairs of pants. Secondly, it’s a lot more work. You begin tossing around pioneer words like “fetch,” “haul,” […]