Friendship and Hospitality in Germany’s Black Forest
As someone who has done quite a bit of traveling, I always struggle with the question about why I choose to travel. Among travel’s many...
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A week of ancestral skills in the Scottish highlands
A light mist hung in the air as I disembarked from the train at Pitlochry rail station. The rural hamlet, nestled in the central Scottish...
An Autumn in Oxford
by Rae Poynter
If you ever find yourself with the task of planning a five-month backpacking trip, I have two pieces of advice: go slow and leave plenty...
Ambling Along the Bumpy Patagonian Path
I have a very distinct feeling that the moment we put this van in park, the wheels are going to fall off. They are just...
Switzerland’s Alpine Pass Route
by Rae Poynter
It was late October, and my husband Stephen and I sat in a small room with the entire contents of our packs strewn about us....
At the Top of Cerro Chirripo in Costa Rica
I get moderately motion sick on busses. It’s not enough to take me completely out of commission, but I’m definitely not reading a novel in...
The Penguins of Isla Magdalena
Isla Magdalena is barren, moonlike. No trees or plants, just rocks and dust-colored grass cratered with round holes within which penguins rested, like prairie dogs....
Nordic Roots: A Journey to the Ancestral Homeland
by Chuck Viren
My grandfather, Hans Kragseth, arrived in Two Harbors from Hakallestranda, Norway, in 1910. There to greet him were two of his seven siblings who had emigrated...
