Inspired by the memory of good friend Andrew Brose, Aaron Hitchins and Will O'Brien take to the Yukon wilderness in pursuit of Moose, Arctic Grayling, and adventure. Flying in upstream of dangerous whitewater, without a guide, they find themselves up against harsh elements and unknown circumstances. Lacking the capabilities to do it on their own, they must rely on their other to succeed, and survive.
Evan Kinkel meets up with friends from the Jennings Hotel to forage for fungi.
Wildfires are essential to the American West. Forests burn regularly, and those fires would regenerate the land, it’s a natural process the earth needs.
Jesse Mase writes about the past, present and future of fatherhood.
I’ve always said, “My dad is my hero and I am not ashamed to say that I love him to bits.” Yet, I think it’s easy to fall into a casual rhythm in life, wherein we forget the monumental impact that some people have on us, and that complacency generally causes us to love them less than they deserve.
Matthew Thornton recalls his family's old miner stories, while making a few of his own.
Walking down the trail in the middle of a mostly forgotten mountain range, I point out the remains of a long abandoned mining community from the glory days of the gold rush. These small signs of former lives are only noticeable because they were once pointed out to me. A few miles down the trail, I see the cabin’s roof between the trees and give a yell to announce our arrival. Since miners have a tradition of keeping wolf-dogs, it’s a good thing to announce your arrival early.
Bryson Malone takes his mom on her first backpack in Sequoia National Park.
This April, I took my 53-year-old mom on her first backpacking trip ever. We spent 4 days in the stunning backcountry of Sequoia National Park and strengthened our minds, bodies, and, most importantly, our relationship. I had seen and experienced the selfless, deeply loving side of her, but the time we spent together on the trail showed me her gritty, badass side.
There are few better ways to forge relationships than to share the experience of adventure. Whether it’s hiking through the mountains, driving cross country or riding up the Pacific coast on a motorcycle, seeking the unknown is what pushes us forward. This ideal sparked our first collaboration with Ventura-based Iron & Resin. Our shared commitment to quality has long been admired by those searching for authentic outdoor thrills.
Mark Nielsen and his Overland Empire family embrace the rain.
We loaded up the trucks around noon and hit the road by one on a Wednesday. It was about a nine hour drive to our first stop in South Carolina before moving on to the hills of North Carolina for Overland Expo.
Perched on a rugged summit, overlooking the Cascade range, Charley Zheng reflects on life without screens from the 5000 foot viewpoint of a fire lookout
We so often get swept in the tow of busyness, of plans and tasks, meetings and chores; all between flurries of text messages and e-mails we somehow never find the time to respond to. Modern life is spent inside of screens. And while the world that exists within screens is large and abundant, without trees and isolation, you lose mystery.
Follow Forrest Mankins as he drives the James Dalton Highway to the Arctic Ocean.
I was eating lunch in Anchorage with three friends when the topic of visiting the Arctic Circle came up. Dewey and Mikey lived around Anchorage, and hearing them talk about their past trips to Atigun Pass sparked the desire for Garrett and I. We packed up Dewey’s “new” van (a 1993 Mazda MVP 4WD we nicknamed the “Spruce Goose”) and headed north.
Van camping along Iceland’s legendary Ring Road with Kennett Mohrman.
Natty and I met while both studying photography in Florida and moved to the Pacific Northwest after we got married. My mom grew up in Washington state, where my family would spend our vacations, and I always dreamed of growing up and moving to this region. There is something about being surrounded by epic mountainous landscapes that has always inspired me.
Melissa Laree Cunningham carves out a few moments of peace on the Oregon Coast.
4:00am. In a small century-old house, tucked into one of the avenues in Northeast Portland, I wake to the glow of a screen sitting beside the bed. Early morning blue light has always been my favorite. But in this moment, there is only black. Blood pumps quicker with the chiming of the alarm and the realization that in half an hour, I will be driving highway 26 out to the coast with my kindred sister, Lindsey.
Alex Rich calls in a Montana bull elk.
The beam of my headlamp illuminates my breath, as I gather my bow and gear in the pre-dawn chill of a September morning in Montana. Just like so many days before, I prepare for my morning pilgrimage into the wilds of elk country.
Jillian Lukiwski heads to the high backcountry of the Frank Church in search of elk.
I came to Idaho by way of Canada, Alaska, Northern California, Arizona and Washington. It didn’t take me long, once I began putting roots down in this state, to become interested in and then obsessed with the Frank Church River of No Return Wilderness that sits like a wild, bottomless hole in the very heart of Idaho.
Amanda Leigh Smith heads to Lake O'Hara in the Canadian Rockies.
In celebration of my mother-in-law Michelle’s 60th birthday, my husband James, his sister Nadine and I all headed east on a road trip together from Whistler, BC to Yoho National Park to spend a week and hike about 40 km of trails.
Read about how Blaine Peetso fills his autumns in Northwestern Alberta.
There was a time when she didn’t do this.
She didn't whine and whimper and squeal when the shotgun was pulled out of the backroom. She never stood at the front door hopping from one foot to the other in anticipation. She didn’t bolt out the door and jump into the front seat. She didn't intently look out the window as we rolled down those gravel corridors.
Seth Putnam learns why they say a mile in Linvile is like 3 miles anywhere else.
My legs were seizing.
Fist-sized knots had formed in my quads, turning each step into a potential fall, but there was nothing to do except keep moving up the mountain. No amount of stretching would banish the cramps. And it only got worse when I stood still.
Kelly Shea traded her subway map for a trail map and aimless adventures followed.
When Brendan and I lived in New York City, we looked at maps in a very certain way - a way that showed us how to travel underground, inside of boxed cars, on a rail that led you to a specific location with little regard for neither timeliness nor cleanliness.
Zack Boughton of Montana Wild shares his tips on scouting for elk.
The echo of a bull bugling is unlike anything on this great earth and elk hunting is something that captures the minds of thousands each fall. However, jumping into the sport is quite often quite the biggest hurdle for many. The best way to get started is to get out there and scout.
Last October, Kym Pham celebrated the 50th Anniversary of the Wilderness Act by visiting as many US National Parks as the road allowed.
The spirit of Kerouac and Steinbeck kidnapped me early in my teen years. Turning the faded pages of their books, my eyes poured over each word, my imagination happily lost between a desert highway and waking up to majestic mountains, scenes of raw beauty my young mind could only imagine. I wondered often what it would take for all the stars to align so that I could someday get in a car and simply drive into the horizon.
Take to the skies with wildlife biologist Jamie Power as she and her team survey raptor nests in Eastern Oregon.
Around the time when powder hounds hope for more snow and gardeners anticipate upcoming warming trends, hawks and eagles have something entirely different on their minds: breeding.