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Thousand foot drops offs on either side of the 2 foot wide, sandstone trail. For a half-mile, you have to try your hardest not to look down as you hike along the hog’s back ridgeline. The only thing that keeps you from tumbling over the edge are the intermittent chains that are drilled into the rock. But if you make it to the end, you will be shown a view of the Zion Valley below that you’ll never forget.
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The Delicate Arch. It is probably the most recognizable symbol of Utah. So much so, that we’ve put it on our license plates. And when something is as much of a part of a state’s identity, like Mt. Rushmore or Old Faithful, it usually means it’s a giant tourist trap. This makes it hard to appreciate the beauty of something when you are constantly being elbowed out of the way for someone else to take a picture. So our expectations were set pretty low as we drove out from Devil’s Campground in Arches National Park and pulled into the Delicate …
“The outdoors is free and most importantly the outdoors is open to every single person.” The second part of that quote is 100% true, but the first part.. well that’s a blatant lie. I’ve only embraced everything the outdoors has to offer in the past couple of years, so I definitely know the outdoors is not free. So why do we pretend it is? Playing and recreating outside and especially in the mountains can start off free, but it quickly goes downhill from there. A fact I can attest to first hand, seeing as I’ve gone from not even having …
I’ve always heard incredible stories from family, friends, and neighbors about how epic the surfing was in Costa Rica. As a kid, I grew up only surfing the New Jersey shores during summer. Ironically, it wasn’t until I moved up to New England, where the water is always cold, did I begin to take surfing seriously. And that’s when a buddy of mine, named Jake, started throwing around the idea for a surf trip to Costa Rica. Nothing was set in stone, but he had spent a summer there before and wanted to go back. The next thing I knew, …
Day 3 | White Mountains Bike Tour Loading all your gear onto your bike, via headlamp at 4:00AM, isn’t exactly what I’d call a “good morning”. But we had fallen asleep so early the night before (probably due to the beers), that it was only logical to start riding as soon as we awoke. Not to mention, the forecast was predicting a small window of no rain from 4-8AM. So that meant we could potentially finish the last 30 miles of the ride fully dry! And that would be a miracle since every bit of clothing I had brought, including my …
Day 2 | White Mountains Bike Tour Waking up without an alarm is always the best part about camping. Unfortunately, I forgot that I wasn’t on a camping trip and that I still had almost 90 miles left to ride on the bike tour. Ahead of us, was still a long climb up to Pinkham Notch where we’d try to hike up to Mount Washington, a hike people usually take their entire day to complete. But we didn’t have an entire day to dedicate to the hike, but instead it was only going to be a small part of a very long …
Day 1 | White Mountains Bike Tour We started the morning off by rolling out of our hammocks we slept in the night before, headed back down the trail to the Franconia Notch Trailhead Parking lot where we would get our bikes ready for the tour. I made Eddie and I both a couple of bland breakfast burritos to eat. We stuffed all our belongings into the saddle bags and strapped everything to our bikes. I made sure to put all my candy and granola bars in my frame bag for easy access on the ride. It wasn’t raining yet, which …
The Idea | White Mountains Bike Tour There came a point, some time last year in 2017, when I no longer wanted to just read about those epic adventures and sufferfests that I kept seeing all over the internet. But I couldn’t quit my job and just go backpacking in the mountains for a month, or ride my bike across the country. Even though I would love to. What was I going to do? All I knew was that I wanted to push my limits, both physically and mentally. After throwing around some ideas that definitely involved a bike, I settled on …
When you think of great sport climbing areas around the states, I’m sure places like the Red River Gorge of Kentucky, The Red Rocks of Nevada, or the Crags in the Wasatch Mountains of Utah. But what about the Birdsboro Quarry? Never heard of it, well me neither until last summer. The quarry is home to the 158 sport routes, ranging from cruiser 5.2 to a heinous 5.14, and fun slabs to some pretty gnarly multi-pitch stuff. Never would I have guessed you could find epic sport routes in south eastern Pennsylvania, so close to Philadelphia. Not to mention it …
