North & Central America

NYC Bound: Cycling's Mayor of Central Park

Avalo York used to own the Central Park bike loop, but he's more or less an anonymous figure these days, especially on the weekends when the masses, with their $10,000-bikes and their zero...

Violent Death on a Sunday Afternoon

At first, a bullfight feels about as serious as a war reenactment. The event begins with a trumpet call and a formal procession of people and animals in silly and highly elaborate costumes. The...

The Joys of Cabin Living in Alaska

My two brothers and I, along with a buddy of ours named Dan Bogan, own a shack at a place called Saltery Cove on Southeast Alaska’s Prince of Wales Island....

Islands in the Sky: A New Kind of Park

Rick Cook knew he had something special when, out the corner of his eye, he saw a cloud of feathers. A peregrine falcon had just seized a small bird from the rooftop terrace that his...

NYC Bound: Hanging With the Fruitarians

Michael Arnstein and I are wandering aimlessly through the chaos of the Grand Street markets in New York City's Chinatown. Actually, check that: I am confused and disoriented, overwhelmed by the...

Monster Hunt: Minnesota Iceman

The first-most disappointing thing about the Minnesota Iceman is that he probably wasn’t even a native Minnesotan. He simply stayed here, in the southeastern town of Rollingstone, between...

Powder Dreams: Connectivity Is King

Skiers are, by nature, an adventurous lot. That sentiment couldn’t ring truer than here in Utah where on any given day you’ll find snow lovers of every stripe taking...

Powder Nightmares: SkiLink Is a Terrible Idea

The supporters of SkiLink, a proposed gondola linking The Canyons resort and Solitude in Big Cottonwood Canyon, would have you believe a myriad of wrongs would make a right after all. I couldn...

NYC Bound: A Triathlon in My Apartment

"NYC Bound" is a new biweekly column in which Brooklyn resident Noah Davis—see, he's bound (confined) in New York, but these are also things you can do if you go (

The Paraplegic Sportsmen of Massachusetts

The sun broke through a layer of November clouds. Tips of tall evergreens stretched toward the sky, swaying gently in the wind. A brisk breeze filtered through the trees and shrubs, rustling the...

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