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The Tribe of Travelers Obsessed With Going High, Higher, Highest

Britton Hill is a blip on the side of Florida’s County Road 285, a small highway near the state’s border with Alabama. The site is modestly appointed with a granite, tombstone-like marker and two park benches. The average Florida tourist, bound for a hot beach or the splashy allure of Disney World, might stop to… » 6/03/15 1:20pm 6/03/15 1:20pm

That One Time I Left My Fiancé and Fled to the Appalachian Trail

The Park Ranger parks his truck and steps over to my tent as gingerly as he could in his heavy boots. “Hello? Hey.” I poke my head out and look up to see him sporting the beige uniform of woodsy authority. The light behind him, dappled through the trees, is fading from gold to dark blue. » 5/20/15 3:45pm 5/20/15 3:45pm

New City, New Ink: My Tattooed Travels

I like traveling. I like being in new places. If it weren’t so hard for me to approach people I would probably like it a lot more. So when I started getting tattooed while traveling, I found a portal to a wealth of information. Here was a captive audience who absolutely knew where to get the best sandwiches in the… » 4/23/15 5:00pm 4/23/15 5:00pm