Places I’ve Carried* My Bike
*And pushed, pulled, dragged, dropped, walked, rappelled, slushed, submerged, and llama’d it
*And pushed, pulled, dragged, dropped, walked, rappelled, slushed, submerged, and llama’d it
150 years after John Muir first explored California’s cathedrals of trees, a writer tries to follow his steps
Exploring the line between stoked and stupid might be the very heart of adventure
Sixty years later, Tom Hornbein’s West Ridge ascent is still celebrated, but he found deeper treasures on Mount Everest than a single bold climb
For years, I kept a Gahan Wilson New Yorker cartoon pinned on the board above my desk. A horde of worshippers, each wearing a giant “N” on their clothing, is hailing or genuflecting before an altar-like structure, which has gilded Ns on its sides and a fringed banner on top declaring “NOTHING.” Holy men are … Read more
AJ 28 • Mementos, Notes, and Fragments Mementos, Notes, and Fragments Issue 28 01 Airbnbs, But For Seriously Marooned Sailors In the mid-nineteenth century, before construction of the Panama and Suez canals, clipper ships sailing to Europe from Australia or New Zealand had to round South America’s Cape Horn, braving treacherous seas and ferocious westerly … Read more
With a surfing legend as his guide, an ocean neophyte considers the currents of evolution
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