“You look like a beached whale,” Tyler called up to me. Thanks to fear, I barely winced at the insult. I peered at the vertical ice wall above me through fogged-over goggles. One of my crampons had come unfastened from my boot. I pressed my chest, stomach, and cheek to the ice, wishing my body …

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Mount Rinjani was a sketch in charcoal. Acres of burned-out grassland, the northeastern flank of the mountain eaten up, turned under. At the trail’s edge, scorched alang-alang grass trembled, the husks fragile and ashy and blowing away. A bleak scene for a honeymoon. But that didn’t matter. We were here for adventure, however it might …

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You thought the walls were thin in your apartment—try getting physical in an RV. As they say, if the camper’s a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’. Yes, it’s true that when you live in a RV and you don’t like your neighbors, you can move, but here’s the thing, no matter where you move, you’ll always be within ten feet …

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Valentine’s Day: what’s it all about? Is it about this guy (sadly beheaded)? Is it about this? Or perhaps, this? Who can say. All we know is there are a bunch of readers out there in TV land with outdoorsy sigs, partners, partners-in-crime, best friends, work friends, loves-from-afar, loves-from-closeup, roommates, and really important nemeses that you may want to …

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Part Two: How I Got Myself Out of This Mess When I started thinking about this trek, I had just spent three long months recovering from a concussion. During those three months, the modicum of ski bum fitness that I’d maintained through the winter had diminished—drastically. I built it back up in baby steps: first, …

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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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I pull my mud-splattered Subaru into the garage, my panting, wet dog sitting shotgun beside me. I can feel the satisfaction beaming from her. For the last two hours, Cholula has been bounding after squirrels and splashing through mountain creeks, wagging her white-tipped tail like it’s her job. I followed blissfully behind, lost in my …

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