When most travelers think Dominican Republic, their minds immediately conjure images of white-sand beaches and turquoise waters. But tucked away from the coastal resorts lies La Vega province, home to...
The first time my boots touched the dusty trails outside Jericho, I felt like I was walking through the pages of history itself. At 260 meters below sea level, Jericho isn't just the world's oldest co...
The first time my running shoes touched the rust-colored dirt paths winding through Eldoret, I understood why this place produces marathon legends. The air here at 2,100 meters feels different—thinner...
The mountains of Wangdue Phodrang aren't just geographic formations—they're living deities wrapped in prayer flags and mist. As someone who's chased summits across four continents, I can tell you that...
The first time I laid eyes on the Front Range from Lakewood, I was reminded of my father's woodworking—how he'd often say that the grain of the wood tells you where to carve next. The Rocky Mountains...
The first time I stood atop Slættaratindur—the highest peak in the Faroe Islands—I felt like I was perched on the edge of the world. Below me, emerald valleys carved by ancient glaciers tumbled toward...