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After reading The Jungle Book and discovering the quiet sense of dread, accompanied by a slight tingle up my spine that Sher Khan could induce, I vowed to one day meet this beast
I caught up with former astronaut Scott Carpenter -- a retired U.S. Navy captain and one of only two original Mercury Seven "right stuff" astronauts still alive (the other is Glenn) -- on the half-century anniversary of his flight.
To really get a feel for the mountains in summer -- and to get a wholly different perspective on our favorite ski runs -- I like to slow down and set out on foot with my family.
Did we really want to buy a house? No. It just had felt like what we should do. What we really wanted, what would make us truly happy, was not fitting ourselves into some prescribed mold but making our greatest dreams come true.
An impromptu trip to the Sea of Cortez finds wildlife galore.
While many travel experts jump at the chance to visit popular tourist destinations such as Costa Rica, Orlando, Ireland or Las Vegas, some venture off the beaten path.
With Memorial Day around the corner and spring temperatures rising, the time to plan that long-dreamed-of camping adventure is now.
The fact that people still opt to walk today, in the age of the wheel and the combustion engine, tells us there is something virtuous and irresistible about plodding.
Only when vividly aware of the fragility of life do I know its true value.
I am privileged to live in Rwanda, where life's questions are frequent topic of discussion for my many visitors and me. Of this I am now convinced: It no doubt involves personal service and the great joy of giving yourself away to others -- losing yourself to find yourself and your purpose.
The plan is to kayak along the Erie Canal to Albany and then join the Hudson River and paddle down to New York in just 21 days.
An astronaut, a paleontologist and a blonde were riding bikes around New York City: it sounds the familiar set-up for a classic joke. On Sunday, however, as I pedaled around Manhattan with the Explorers Club -- a historic society of adventure and science enthusiasts -- I couldn't come up with a punch line.
Far off in the Pacific Ocean, 200 feet below the surface, sit a dozen radioactive warships.
The desert is caked on our windscreen and I can make out the obstacle in front. It looks like a bike security chain, fastened in the middle with a padlock and strung between two cacti.
