Join us on an epic adventure as we explore the graffiti plastered ruins of the 1929 San Pedro landslide known as the "Sunken City".
The colors were amazing, brilliant oranges and yellows, worthy of a painting but instead only captured by cameras. It was with that brilliant light that I fell in love with the wilderness. This was my first time truly outside. Not just in the woods, or a few miles from a road. I’d been backpacking in West Virginia and North Carolina before this, but never had I stepped foot in true wilderness.
The 10th mountain hut trips provide more than just a landscape of Colorado’s majestic mountains and the best pow out there. They share the spirit of the honorable individuals who fought in the war and a lesson in self reliance and survival.
There seems to be some gravitational force between mountains and sand dunes that naturally calls my name. I can always hear them whispering and tugging at me to come back for another visit every time I look at the photos and remember my fond...
As river crossings go it was fairly safe, but the cold made it rough. Just to our south, we could see the glacier that fed the lake at the head of the river. This water had been ice not too long before. That crossing was at mile twelve of the day. Thirteen more to go and we would be done.
The first thing I learned at Black Elk Peak was to never wear the wrong socks to a mountain hike. Its worse than bringing a knife to a gunfight. It's like bringing a toy sword to a gunfight. Inappropriate and painful.
Stunningly beautiful landscape, or a site of exploitation and environmental catastrophe? Visit Las Médulas in northern Spain for a fascinating glimpse into the ancient world of the Roman Empire--and understand all the effort it took for the Romans to make so many gold coins!
How romantic does an overnight trip down a scenic river sound? Just you, your SUP, maybe a companion or two? And all the wholesome nature you can soak up. Overnight iSup Trip It’s a dreamy sort of night out but one that definitely needs a little preparation....
There was still plenty of snow, not enough to be trouble, but more than enough to be beautiful. The wind was strong and it howled its way through the valley. The tundra was still a deep brown color, as winter had not yet truly ended, and the overcast skies gave the place a beautifully desolate feel. Naturally, we were the only ones there and we took our time on the way down. There was no reason to rush.
The cockpit, indeed the entire front half of the plane was gone, ripped from the rest of the plane. What seemed to be the front half was separate, crushed on the ice quite far from the rear of the plane. The most recognizable pieces were the tail section, the four gigantic engines, the unused landing gear. One of the wings lay separate from the rest, ripped from its body. The bomber glacier hike has so much in store, read on to learn more!