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…
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.
Rock climbing is going through some changes these days, with the explosive rise of indoor climbing gyms, joining the Olympics as a competition sport, and the popularity of bouldering. It’s easy to be confused when someone tells you they’re a ‘climber’ — this could entail any number of different activities.
The Museum of Broken Relationships is dedicated to objects. Objects as symbols of love lost, and hearts broken.
What reminds you of your former lovers?
I visited this museum in Zagreb, Croatia, four years ago. It was on the list of tourist activities at the hostel, and at the moment…