A spa break will relax you, de-stress you, and make you feel more fully human.
I am in Mariposa, CA, to visit my boyfriend’s relatives for the first time, to spend my first Thanksgiving with them.
As we drive along the Redwood Highway, I am reminded why so many great writers found their voices in the forests of California.
Churchill, in Manitoba, Canada, is known as The Polar Bear Capital of the World.
Most of us would be attempting to hike to Maine, but statistically, only one-fourth of us would make it.
I don’t understand the appeal of fishing, but this was going to be a major day for my ten-year-old son Conor.
An aunt shares her love of travel with her nephew, hoping to pass on her passion for the national parks of the Southwest.
A traveler arrives to work at a Hawaiian retreat center in the middle of the jungle and with a focus on yoga and organic food.
It was strange that others traveled and paid to mush a dog for a few minutes when you could get an adventurous job and do it all the time.
The Lost Coast is a 25-mile hike where the rugged King Range meets hungry rough waves - perfect for one woman's solo trek.
The bus goes off the road somewhere south of Cancun when the driver avoids a head-on collision.
An evening trek out to where the volcano lava flows at Hawai’i Volcanoes National Park.
A Kauai native with dive gear and a surfboard, Raf lived in the ocean and had the muscles of a merman.
An eight-day 277-mile expedition down the Colorado River through the center of the Grand Canyon.
Esalen is a community, on a cliff overlooking the Pacific, known for its sulfur baths, massages and self-exploration workshops.
The granite steps to Half Dome proved a way to weed out hikers who had already put in six hours on a steadily climbing trail.
Long-time friends take a vacation together in West Palm Beach, Florida.
Answers to your deepest issues surface while riding a horse through nature. And your heart makes room.
A travel story from the Kohala Coast of the Big Island, as well as some ideas of things to do and places to stay.
Not all vacations are luxurious. Some are brutish boot camp experiences. Literally.
A woman joins a cross-country bike ride for women over 50, for seven weeks, 3,100 miles across the U.S.
A journey on a relic of a train venturing through a canyon to the town of Durango, Colorado.
Yes, I’m thirty years old, and I’m sticking my tongue out at my mother while refusing to jump out of a racing airplane.
In the back of my mind is the last zip line — the longest in the state, over three ridges, where people hit speeds over 50 mph.