“Clarity” reads a license plate in the parking lot at work. I sulk as I walk past it to my car. It’s ironic to find a plate like that in the Pacific Northwest, where it remains cloudy and gray and rains most of the year. I immediately despise the driver for his blatant optimism. When …

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I keep waking up. Not because it’s cold outside or because my dog likes to pace around my tent, but because the person sleeping next to me keeps getting closer and closer and I am being pushed into the bottom corner of the tent with barely any room to move. The tent is pitched on …

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The following piece was written by Shelby Tramel, NYC-based cyclist and Director of Operations for Deux North, a cycling adventure brand. If you’re a cyclist, and even if you’re not, their escapades are worth following. Visit them here, and check out their latest “Hunt” to Spain here. – Zoe Balaconis, Editor [divider]The Essay[/divider] When I began …

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It gets hard out here, I know it don’t look it; I used to have heart, but the highway took it. —“Hard Out There,” Garrett Hedlund I’m over it. I fought the road, and the road won. Sometimes that’s how I feel. One day, the road is a warm embrace; the next day it’s got …

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How two worlds — a group of hikers from the U.S. seeking solitude, and a country that only introduced television in the 1990s — intersect on a hike to Tiger’s Nest Monastery, one of the country’s most famous landmarks.

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“It’s either going to make you or break you,” our Travel Channel film instructor told my husband, Spanky, and I as we prepared to spend seven-straight months together circumnavigating the planet. We took the class so we could learn how to make masterful videos and maybe even submit some clips (until we realized we needed a release form from all …

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“For after something this powerful, this deep,” I whispered, “There is nothing after here.” I was five days into a weeklong solo-kayaking trip through the backcountry of Everglades National Park when I spoke these words out to a cove of salty water. I had just set up camp on a small, white sand key. The …

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On climbing, control, and learning to let go—literally. “I want to fail more, to fall more, and occasionally, grunting and squeaking, to make a successful and scrappy move towards the top of the wall.”

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