I wasn’t always into hiking. Growing up in Florida, “elevation” was a slight bump in the road or a hill at the park that barely...

For a long time, I thought I was afraid of heights. My legs would tense near ledges, my breath would catch on balconies, and just the...

The ocean doesn’t care about your confidence, your itinerary, or your ego. It’s wild, unpredictable, and breathtakingly beautiful—but...

There’s a version of me that comes alive when I’m in the presence of animals. It’s not just admiration—it’s kinship. A silent...

Some trips stick with you for the views. Others for the people. And sometimes—if you're lucky—for a scrawny, beige-colored dog with the...