Reviews

The Kor-Ingalls is one of America’s 50 classic climbs, and it’s in Moab. I’ll show you the rest of Moab’s rock.

I kite in 18 to 25 knots of Squamish thermal wind over 46°F water. Here’s what to wear and where to launch.

Maui doesn’t just embrace surf culture; it is surf culture — making it the perfect spot to level up your game.

Chicago climbers drive 7 hours for the Red River Gorge. With routes from 5.4 to 5.14, I get why.

Joshua Tree has what every climber loves: dozens of epic routes just a few feet from your campsite.

Come for the wind, stay for the kite scene! Here’s what I’d tell any rider heading to La Ventana.

I graduated in 2012 and return to Santa Cruz every year. I’ll show you where I surf, from 36th Avenue to The Hook.

People come to Tamarindo for its perfect beginner’s breaks and for the amazing level of instruction at Witch’s Rock Surf Camp.

Ever since my first kitesurfing trip to Cabarete, I find myself returning again and again. It’s so good that I even lived there for a year!

The drive into northern British Columbia is long, but the chalet, the terrain, and the photos make it worth it.

One week at Fairy Meadows ruined every other ski trip for me, and I’m still happy about it.

The rotor noise fades, the snow settles, and a 360-degree view opens up: that’s when I knew I was hooked on heli-skiing.

You can taste Denali in half a day, and the two Savage River trails below are how I’d do it.

Hikers in Virginia are fortunate to have three of the most iconic vistas of the Commonwealth within reach of each other.

I wanted a remote lodge, great snow, and mountains like the Alps but bigger. Sunrise Lodge delivered all three.

Skiing in Rogers Pass is a rite passage if you live in Western Canada. Really, it’s a rite of passage for ski tourers all over the globe.

I swore I’d ski Antarctica someday, and this is what a day on the 7th continent actually looks like.

I didn’t believe an ice axe could anchor me on a 50° slope. Then it held, fully loaded with skis, in the Tetons.

Crevasses, seracs, and views for days: I skied the Vallée Blanche in Chamonix, and here’s what I’d tell you first.

I’m not a die-hard climber, but a women’s class in the Gunks showed me why climbing is better with company.

The closest we mortals can come to human flight is dangling a few stories up, supported by the skin of our fingernails and a thin rope.

Brooklyn Boulders, one beginner lesson, and a lot of grip: what it’s really like to start climbing indoors.

Initially, the thought of mountain biking rattled my nerves. At the end of the day I only wanted more speed.

Paddling the river made time seem to stop… It’s almost meditative.

I regrouped and got ready for the next wave. I could not wait to ride the S.O.B. out this time!

I was going to learn to bust myself out of the woods with a map and compass.