The idea of spending significant time on a boat does not appeal to me. Once, when Rachel was two years … Continue reading Boots on the Ground in Galápagos
The air is cool, the wind blowing against my back. The waves crash into the rock behind me. My arms … Continue reading Our First Rock Climb
The night is so dark, hot and humid. Huge trees overhead block out the light from the millions of stars … Continue reading Peeing in the Extremes
The river water is clear, cold, and moving fast. The rocks slide by as my rubber kayak bounces off boulders … Continue reading How Much Can You Cram into a Day?
I cling to the handle bars as I race down the mountain on a bike. It’s so rough that, with … Continue reading A (Slightly Terrifying) Bike Ride Down a Volcano