Does that alley look familiar? If you follow any travel-themed Instagram accounts, it should.
This is Chefchaouen, Morocco, a.k.a. “The Blue City” or “The Blue Pearl.”
This is a creative nonfiction piece about the calculated risks we take in life and love, told through the lenses of travel and climbing.
‘Let’s just try and keep things light,’ she had replied, and my heart dropped out of my body.
She was a charming Italian woman I’d dropped…
4 a.m., Tijuana, Mexico.
Just across the border from San Diego.
Outside of a strip club.
Our all-male group lingers in the street. We are waiting for one of our 27 members who (rumor has it) disappeared upstairs with one of the women.
Before leaving San Diego we were warned…
In the course of my job, I read a lot about cryptocurrency. Really. Like, too much. And for a long time, I barely understood any of it. DeFi? Blockchains? Staking? Hashing? As someone who is definitively ‘not a math guy’, I let it all wash over me.
I lost two 36-exposure rolls of film this summer because I can’t load a camera properly. Some truly great moments, gone, due to my own carelessness.
“Remote” backcountry place popular with climbers, backpackers, and fisherfolk.
I write “remote” in quotes because there were easily over 100 cars in the Big Sandy Trailhead parking lot when I arrived. A bit shocking after an hour spent driving in on “Am I in the right place?” …
USA is over the coronavirus.
Last year was “the lost summer”.
This year, in America, we will have the most playful summer of our lives.