I write magazine pieces about topics pertaining to science, the natural world, travel and adventure. Contributor to Men's Journal, the New Republic, NewYorker.com, Departures and others.
One day in January 2012, a few days into a two-week kayaking trip down the jungle-flanked Usumacinta River in southeastern Mexico, Erik Weihenmayer, a relative novice to the sport and a blind man, found himself in a bad spot.
Five years ago, George Heimpel, an entomologist at the University of Minnesota, travelled to Trinidad in search of insect larvae. He was after several kinds in particular—Philornis downsi, a fly whose parasitic young feed on the hatchlings of tropical birds, and various minuscule wasp species whose own offspring feed on those of the fly.
The critically endangered Cuban crocodile (Crocodylus rhombifer) has many peculiar qualities, but perhaps the most intriguing one is its curiosity. For biologists conducting fieldwork in Zapata Swamp, Cuba’s largest wetland and the only place in the world where the species is found, this is a notable trait.
Deep within the Dangrek Mountains of northern Cambodia, on a cliff at the end of a rugged jungle path barely wide enough for a motorbike, stands Pol Pot’s house. Blanketed in moss and moldering in the tropical swelter, the two-story ruin is a monument to two decades of neglect. The air, heavy and humid, buzzes with cicadas.
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.
Traveling by yacht is, per passenger, one of the least ecological ways to travel. That could be about to change.
For the modern traveler, there are few modes of transportation as charming, extravagant, and polluting as a yacht. On the larger, super end—over 100 feet long—yachts can guzzle around 530 gallons of marine diesel in just one hour of traveling at 35 knots. That’s equivalent to six tons of carbon dioxide emissions per hour. So monstrous are the vessels’ environmental footprints that ...
When Matthew Trew, a Canadian raised in South Carolina, was twenty-two, he took a bus north-westward from Phnom Penh to Battambang. It was 2009 and, though Trew had never been to Cambodia, he had just finished a master’s program at the University of Toronto, where he learned Khmer. With paltry funds and no plans, he had bought a one-way air ticket; the important thing was being there. But he despised the dusty bustle of the capital and, on one of his first days in country, opted for a quick getaway.
Running is not writing, but writing is, in a metaphorical way, running. Both depend on distance: miles, pages. Putting feet to pavement or pen to page can both be slogs. It’s no surprise, then, that for several of our favorite authors, running is an essential part of the writing life.
White Settlers Wiped Thousands of Miles of Cherokee Trails Off the Map. This Man is Reclaiming Them – By Walking Each and Every One.
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.