It has been raining on and off all day, and will continue all week. Or year round for that matter. We find ourselves constantly camping in these conditions, and I’m slowly learning why. When water particles add up between camera and subject, the light diffuses into something soft and delicate. This is a contrast to…

Less an actual measure, “island time” is more of a mentality, one where each day, encounter, and moment is approached with its own unique respect and sometimes painful contemplation. Island time allows plans to adjust, fail, and reform with a certain fleeting fluidity that’s reflected in the winter sun as it makes its brief journey across the northern…

Errant rays of light cut the dark forest floor as the afternoon sun lay heavy over the hills below Mount Baker, Washington. The hand-crafted trail sheared methodically through the dense forest undergrowth, snaking ribbon-like through the otherwise thick green carpet of verdure and deadfall. Like a ghost in his full-face mask, Micah Evangelista emerged from the…

As humans we busy ourselves with a broad spectrum of pursuits, although the end goal is the same. Everyone is searching for a sense of belonging, purpose, and fulfillment. Whether this is finishing a novel, playing the piano, or skiing the next big line, people want to feel a sense of completeness. This feeling is given to us often in the form of the beauty of…

The horn blast sounded long and deep, resonating through the thick fog that encompassed our small sailboat. A huge cargo tanker bound for Seattle’s port was out there in the mist somewhere beyond what our eyes could detect. Its position was only notable to us by the GPS unit we watched earnestly from behind the…

From where I stood on the roof of my friend James’s building in Pioneer Square, I couldn’t help but wonder about the last time I actually slowed down enough to soak in a little winter sunset, count the dinosaur-like cranes towering over the port, or visit my sister, Susie, at Radicci to let her blow…

So begins a 14-day adventure odyssey to drive the Pacific Northwest coast from Seattle to Vancouver Island. The rocky shoreline was crowded with Sitka spruce trees, like slender green giants pressed up against the edge of the sea shrouded in a layer of morning fog. Sea birds stirred into flight with the growing light of the coming…

When I discovered Jacques Cousteau and all his underwater exploits in my early childhood, I devoured and took to heart his every word. When he proclaimed that Baja’s Sea of Cortez was “the world’s aquarium,” it sparked an obsession for me to be there and experience it for myself. I’ve done exactly this periodically by…

The power of the wind blowing by at 100 miles per hour was enough to make me worry that if I turned sideways, I wouldn’t get my head pointed forward again. I was riding double, perched on the back of a KTM motorcycle, flying past saguaro and agave plants. The two-lane road we were cruising…

What had been a slight swelling in the sea suddenly kicked up into a glassy wall of water overtaking the horizon line and cresting in white as it gained speed and proximity to the shoreline. The surfer turned with a single smooth pivot of board and body. He propelled himself with two strokes into the…

The sound that jolted my awareness sounded like the roar of a jet fighter, so loud and clear, a throbbing staccato of baseline. Then it was gone. I was riding my motorcycle south on the old dirt section below San Felipe to Gonzaga Bay. The arrival of the roaring thunder, then the ensuing immaculate silence,…

As a child growing up in Hawaii, I was taught that my ancestors were navigators who voyaged great distances across the sea. A painting on my classroom wall depicted a large double-hulled sailing canoe surfing down an ocean swell toward a shoreline of lava. I remember looking at the faces of the people in the…

In the dry cactus filled landscape of northern Baja, the hum of a diesel truck echoes as it begins to tow a carefully packed load into the desert sun. This trailer in tow has made it here all the way from the Hawaiian island of Kauai via Santa Cruz, California. Just before we leave every…

Read all the “Navigating Baja” dispatches. How does one become an adventurist? Let’s take a lesson from an original, Chris Mathias. Open the wooden gates and enter another world in Los Barilles, Baja California, Mexico. It’s a slice of something out of your imagination. A storybook blend of Wes Anderson meets Dr. Seuss co-mingles here…

The Adventurists Max Lowe and his new friends are taking the road less traveled on a ten-day adventure along the Sea of Cortez in Baja California, Mexico. Read all the dispatches. Follow the coast north from Cabo San Lucas along winding roads past taco stands, whale bones, and lazy brahman cattle, and you’ll find yourself in…

Even the insects in their silence seemed to know that 4 a.m. was not the time to be up and about, but there we were waking up again before the sun had even blinked an eye. As the morning stars flickered through the pine forest canopy over our campsite, we quickly made breakfast, packed up…

After countless thousands of miles, including multiple loops through the state of Montana driving both four- and two-wheeled vehicles, I have made a ton of mistakes and planning errors when it comes to dirt-road road trips. This list of ten tips is derived from that misery—and hopefully serves to increase your time spent having fun.…

Wiggling toes (and tires) in the dirt We all know the distinct freedom provided by the outdoors. The melodic silence of nature conspires with our earthly, if not primordial, desires for escape from what the world has become. Our indulgence in the modern norm blinds us from the dirt beneath our feet. For most of…

Missoula river surfing pioneers explore the burgeoning sport The last place I would expect to find a surf shop is Missoula, Montana, a landlocked city on the western shoulder of the Northern Rocky Mountains. That’s just what we found when we rolled into town on day six of our Montana by Dirt road trip. The…

A trip on a dirt road is typically the product of seeking adventure—getting to a trailhead to go mountain biking, finding a put-in for a favorite fishing spot, or heading to a cabin for vacation. But out of the four million miles of road in the U.S., more than a third are still unpaved gravel or…

In most every adrenaline sport, there is some exposure to the possibility of death as a result of participation. Watching friends Noah Clarke, Mike Dembek, and Dylan Laymen riding longboards off the pass on the Beartooth Highway, the highest paved highway in the Northern Rocky Mountains, seemed like the far side of that risk spectrum.…

From Longboarding on a Mountain Pass to Climbing with Conrad Anker in His Own Backyard No one chatted much as we trudged uphill through the forest. Mosquitos made their way into my ear each time I paused to catch my breath, and the verbal silence masked any possible diversion from the buzzing and swatting. It…

The first stop on a dirt road trip across Montana. Skiing in the summer is unsettling. Sweating in my ski boots, I feel as though I’m beating the system, breaking a rule, or otherwise disobeying nature’s cues. Winter is over. Go to the lake. Drink lemonade. Learn to build something in the basement. Conform to…

Toyota 4Runner Trail with options shown. Through my camera’s viewfinder, the thin dirt road seemed to drive straight out of the white peaks of the Beartooth Mountains, blurred like some spectral mirage by the heat rising off the earth. I couldn’t imagine a better shot to illustrate how very much in the middle of nowhere…

400 Miles From Yellowstone to Glacier The fourth largest state with one of the lowest populations, Montana—my home base—is still very much a wild and undeveloped place. My friends and I will drive the back roads through the heartland of the state, through countless mountain ranges, along rivers and streams seldom seen by outsiders, and up to the…