My purse, journal, wallet and camera charger had been looted, cherry lip-gloss eaten, by a bear. This might have been expected by a well worn bear country camper but it surprised the hell out of me. So did the doe and felt-nubbed young nibbling foliage...

Our initial plan to camp in between Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons was thwarted by a nasty snow storm rolling in. It was almost June, so that, of course, was to be expected. Eddie and I decided to head north to Bozeman and catch up...

We’re starting our road trip in Colorado. We aren’t quite sure where it will go. As my buddy and I cruise highway 14 west out of Fort Collins and snowy Long’s Peak disappears in the rearview he says, “Are you going to drive and write...

As far as Oaxacan beaches go, everybody talks about Puerto Escondido. I didn’t want Puerto Escondido. I’d seen endless summer enough times to get the point. I didn’t want Zipolite, either. Not that I have a problem dropping trow, but anything advocated as nudist is...

Wechiau is far away. From what, you ask? From everything. When I made the decision to visit the Hippo Sanctuary in Wechiau, it wasn’t because I wanted to travel two extra days and it wasn’t because I was yearning to immerse myself in nature (although that...

Shortly after he got his bell rung by Lennox Lewis, Mike Tyson said, “I guess I’m gonna fade into Bolivian,” which he did, until two Hangover cameos resurrected him like Lazarus. On the bus leaving Copacabana, I received a dome-crushing blow from my pack, which...

The last thing you want on a trip is to get sick. Changing climates, altitude, unhealthy food and the physical act of actually traveling can suck the health out of you like a St. Patty’s Day weekend with Keith Richards. But every so often, altering...

I arrived in Benito Juarez by foot. The second class bus dropped me at a fork in a curvy road with nothing in sight. Yet I was not only relieved, I was overjoyed. Nausea from the tightly-enclosed space, sharp turns, and lack of moving oxygen...