It was going to be my first hunt of the season and I was busy getting ready. I checked my bow case, making sure that it had arrows, broadheads, and my trigger release. I put on long underwear, wool socks, camouflage pants and my long-sleeve camouflage shirt. My driver’s license and hunting license went in …

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I didn’t know what to expect except to expect adventure. I had gotten so caught up in my day-to-day, the hectic pace of life in New York City, my full time job, my subway commute, my errands, my to-do list, that adventure seemed like something in my far-reaching past, something that was part of a …

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Part One: How I Got Myself Into This Mess One of the very first things that Tim told me about himself was that he and his two best friends were about to ride their Suzuki motorcycles to the southernmost city in the world, Ushuaia, Argentina. We were standing at the bar in Foundation Brewing Company …

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When I first smell the smoke, it registers only superficially. Unlike the tight gild of the eucalyptus trunks or the mammalian noises of the kookaburras, which shock my perception with their newness, this smell is a familiar detail from hikes back home in Virginia. It isn’t until I see the concern on a fellow backpacker’s …

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How one all-female kayaking collective in California is propelling women’s leadership both on and off the water. Melissa DeMarie grew up dancing ballet. Anyone watching her maneuver up, down, and across rapids in a whitewater kayak can easily spot the markings of a dancer: every stroke is powerful yet precise and controlled. She can move …

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As the last of the blazing purple streams of fireweed lining Alaska’s Denali National Park turn to cotton, the first white powder falls on each surrounding mountain peak. Seasonal employees here refer to the snow as “termination dust,” referring to the end of summer jobs as the tourists that fuel the economy here for four …

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The first trailer in my life wasn’t the traveling kind—at least, it never meant to travel. Grandma’s single-wide guest trailer stayed tucked beneath the same sprawling Oak on North Carolina’s Intracoastal Waterway for decades, till Hurricane Fran blew it straight up Easy Street, along with the Oak itself. My parents drove two hours from my …

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I’ve always sought authentic travel experiences. The idea of flying halfway across the world just to spend all my time at the most photographed locations on the planet has never made any sense to me, not when unique stories and unexpected turns of events were out there to be discovered. My earliest travel experiences come from …

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When I was very young, my mother walked through the woods with my younger brother and me most afternoons. We shared a stroller, where I, at six years old, stuck my legs out on either side of my brother’s shoulders and reached for twigs, leaves, and daffodils as we briskly strolled beneath and among oaks, …

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It was near the end of my first year teaching English as a Peace Corps volunteer in Benin that I started to feel confident enough that I could complete a secondary project, that is, a project related to, but not in the first paragraph of my job description as a volunteer. These secondary projects had …

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I knew it was a bad sign when our taxi slowed to a crawl, the driver asking us again for our address. I sighed as my boyfriend Greg fumbled to look it up on his smartphone. We were just outside of Quito, Ecuador, where Greg had booked us a stay during an overnight layover. In the morning, we’d …

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