One of those reporter guys.
Lamar Marshall cannot make it over the log. It lays across a small creek somewhere in the Nantahala National Forest outside Cowee, western North Carolina, as a bridge.
On a sunny January morning outside Richmond Hill, Georgia, Bill Eberlein, a fifty-two-year-old former I.T. specialist, went diving in a local creek.
Two years ago, when Nujeen Mustafa was sixteen, she left everything she had ever known to travel overland to Europe. Mustafa was one of nearly five million externally displaced refugees fleeing indiscriminate bombardment and humanitarian catastrophe in Syria’s civil war. Unlike most of them, though, she is unable to walk. Mustafa was born with cerebral palsy.
Fifteen seconds into the opening match of the 10th Manipur International Polo Tournament, after a long and feverish drumming performance, after the Manipur state chief minister had been properly honored with gifts and praise, after mounted players had paraded around the Mapal Kangjeibung polo ground with country flags held high, the home team scored on the Australians.
One of the great benefits of extended travel is the time it affords for reading. People talk about beach reads, but for me it’s bus reads, bench reads, train reads, “Sorry sir your room will be ready in two hours" reads. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote that “The great affair is to move.” I would add, “...and stop for a good read now and then.”
The road was made for the word.
Among the residents of Ban Khok Sa-Nga, otherwise known as Cobra Village, there are two kinds of bites: severe and not so severe.
In the ’80s, the Italian journalist and author Tiziano Terzani, after many years of reporting across Asia, holed himself up in a cabin in Ibaraki Prefecture, Japan. “For a month I had no one to talk to except my dog Baoli,” he wrote in his travelogue A Fortune Teller Told Me. Terzani passed the time with books, observing nature, “listening to the winds in the trees, watching butterflies, enjoying silence.” For the first time in a long while he felt free from the incessant anxieties of daily life: “At last I had time to have time.”
Jiyeon Lee produced four number-one albums in the 1980s, but she gave up the limelight to focus on cooking. Now, she and her husband fuse Korean cuisine and Texas-style barbecue to droves of fans.
In June 2014, Joseph Phillips-Garcia, 16, was driving with his aunt, cousin, and his four-year-old king shepherd, named Sako, when the car careered off a road in British Columbia.
It was reportedly Joseph Stalin who made the observation: One death is a tragedy, one million a statistic. The 2015 Nepal earthquake took over 9,000 lives, injured upwards of 23,000, and damaged or destroyed over 600,000 structures. It measured a magnitude of 7.8 out of 10 on the Richter scale.
Nate Allen, head chef and owner of Knife & Fork, a big-league restaurant in small-town Appalachia, sees poetry in biscuits: When hand-made, each one is as unique as a snowflake. It is his grandmother's philosophy and it centers him.
Recently, a hunter gave me some bear meat. It was a gift. It was a piece of backstrap, “the best part,” he assured me, wrapped in wax paper inside a plastic baggie that was sharpied “BEAR.” The hunter lives in western North Carolina–Appalachia–which is home to one of America’s most thriving populations of black bear.
After years spent fighting for the rights of native Guatemalans, Liza Grandia is applying an anthropologist's skillset to her own cancer.
Love is in the air this weekend in South Carolina’s Congaree National Park, the 26,000-plus acres of old-growth bottomland forest outside of Columbia. Specifically, firefly (aka lightening bug) love.
On a recent expedition into southeastern Georgia’s backwoods, after 137 hours of searching through blackwater ponds with nets, amphibian specialist Mark Mandica came away with two flatwoods salamander larvae, a federally endangered species. Although only a meager find, the larval pair was “unfortunately considered a huge success,” the executive director of the Amphibian Foundation laments.