The Southwest is experiencing one of the worst droughts on record, and outdoor enthusiasts are unhappy about the likely possibility of restricted access to the wilderness.
A number of guys expressed interest but in the end it was just us three hardy souls that tackled one of the toughest mountains in California. David Frederick, his son and I achieved the summit of the 14,375 foot Mount Williamson on July 12, 2006.
If you missed it, then you missed the passion, camaraderie and magic of another great GO Gathering in New York's Catskills, held July 28-30, 2006.
Tonight, as I was laying in the tub pregnant with Epsom salts, I closed my eyes as my sore muscles began to relax. I tried to think of nothing in order to simply concentrate on my breathing...The images, as if in a photo album, depicted an awesome weekend.
Towering forested cliffs, soaring bald and golden eagles, flashes of kingfisher and great blue heron blues, and Pileatted woodpeckers reds add to the multi-hued palette that "paints" all 7.8 kilometers of Wreck Beach on a summer's day.
Yes yes yes!!!!! Ray Bean, Dave Nowell, Scott Davison, Jon Normand and I went on the perfect three-day backpack trip over the Fourth of July weekend. The backpack we did was "moderate-strenuous" and it was beautiful!!! While the crowds focused on the 4,000 footers of the White Mountains, the only people we ran into were a few Appalachian Trail (AT) thru-hikers.
Long considered one of the best swimming spots in America, Franconia Falls is a 7 mile round-trip hike or bike through a piece of New Hampshire history.
What a wonderful way to wake up in the morning! We are seeing sunshine with temperatures in the 70s! Thirteen of us met at the base of the Mt. Washington Auto Road to carpool up to the summit. The drive up the auto road is always exciting. The views take our breath away as we drove higher. It was motorcycle weekend in New Hampshire and the summit was jammed with bikes and men in leather.
What do you get when you combine thirteen fun, hot guys, Memorial Day weekend, and Southern California's last free river? One wet and wild weekend. With unbeatable weather, refreshing swimming holes, and a relaxing conversational hiking pace, it certainly was the club med of Perfect Pace trips.
In the depths of a desert canyon, below a massive wall of streaked, multihued stone, Amanda Wicks reached up to touch the gritty rock face. The climbing rope at her waist, a pink cord of knotted nylon, pulled tight as Ms. Wicks stepped forward to start the ascent.
Adam Bridges is tearing through Damascus, Va. After weeks of hiking the Appalachian Trail and 10 days without seeing a town, he's back on the grid. He has just devoured a large pizza topped with broccoli, pepperoni and hunks of ricotta cheese, sharing it with his hiking partner, Plunger.
The rain did not deter the eleven faithful GayOutdoors hikers to hike up to Madison Springs Hut at 4,800 feet for an overnight. We were to use the hut as a base to hike up Mt. Madison on Saturday and Mt. Adams on Sunday. While the forecast predicted 100 per cent rain, we had already paid the $87 to spend the night at the Hut and we were hoping for better weather on Sunday. After most of us spent a pleasant night at the Mad River Lodge Friday night we drove to the Appalachia Parking Lot in New Hampshire and arrived at 10:00AM.
I've combed New York for the wildest gay swimming holes to fit your skinny-dipping need, be it a happening scene, mixed crowd, or a waterfall-misted solitude.
Five of us guys (Chris, David S., John, Bruce, and myself) from points across the East and West Coasts signed up with Hermes Tours (http://www.hermestours.com/) for 8 days in Peru. Our friendly Hermes guide was David Harrison. For everyone this was our first trip to Peru and we didn't know fully what to expect, but were excited to begin the adventure.
Now that thousands of regular folks compete in adventure races each year, the once exclusive sport may finally be graduating from the made-for-TV controversies of the Eco-Challenge and the unshaven, cigarette-dangling image of the Raid Gauloises.
