Contributing editor Ian Frazier is the author of The Cursing Mommy’s Book of Days.
As soon as the sun hit it in the morning, the metal would start to expand in the heat: tick…tick…tick. My first summer living in my van, I almost never succeeded in sleeping past dawn.
The world's largest ice-fishing contest does not mess around.
When I’m trying to figure out where I am nowadays, I generally use my phone.
We accept that the universe is chaos. As for my own excursions into the outdoors, they produce entropy in such abundance that I even lose the list of things I’ve lost. And on my way home, that suede...
In South Florida, cane toads are so numerous that they seem to be dropping from the sky. They're overtaking parking lots and backyards, can weigh almost six pounds, and pack enough poison to kill...
John Muir rhapsodizing about Yosemite is one thing, but Ian Frazier has had it with people calling their favorite outdoor spots “cathedrals,” “shrines,” and “sacred spaces.” The false piety...
She's been alone in total darkness thousands of feet down, hovered under a Russian ship as it pinged her submarine, and been charged by huge sharks. But one thing does frighten Sylvia Earle: the dire...
What man's best friend can teach us about being content.
Proven strategies for getting laughs, plus some always winning punch lines
The Deschutes River fly-fishing guide called Stealhead Joe was an angling master with a long list of devoted clients. But as Ian Frazier, who fished with Joe last fall, learned, off the water, Joe’s...
Whatever happened to an outdoorsman’s sacred right to exaggerate? In the age of digitized adventure, the fish that got away is gone forever.
Outside writers share their thoughts on fatherhood and the great outdoors.
A new film chronicles the classic story of a daring prison break from a Soviet gulag. We dispatched our crankiest critic to weigh in on the somewhat true story.
