Tim Cahill

Tim Cahill

Tim Cahill is one of the founders of Outside, author of its long-running "Out There" column, and an editor-at-large. He's the author of nine books, one of which (Jaguars Ripped My Flesh) National Geographic named as one of the 100 best adventure/travel books ever written. He is the co-author of four IMAX documentary screenplays, two of which were nominated for Academy Awards. He lives in Montana, in the shadow of the Crazy Mountains.

My Drowning (And Other Inconveniences)

After a legendary career in adventure writing, Tim Cahill thought his story was over. Thrown from a raft in the Grand Canyon’s Lava Falls, he was trapped underwater and out of air. When he finally...

The Shame of Escobilla, Part II

On the Trail of Antonio Suárez: The slaughter of turtles on a beach in Mexico threatened to wipe out a species. Then the man behind it all made a mistake.

Terror Unlimited

You have nothing to fear except falling, suffocating, heart failure, personal extinction—and, of course, fear itself

World Without End, Amen

When you're baffled by bad beginnings, stymied by the unteachable, and running from impending doom, you'd better head for the hills

Everybody Loves the Assassins

Set loose in the land that invented terrorism ten centuries ago, Tim Cahill finds crumbling castles, legends of hash-smoking hit men, and Iranians who won't stop being nice. You call this the axis of...

Life's a Wild Trip

We've learned a lot in a quarter-century of roaming the planet. This month, to kick off Outside's silver anniversary, we've chosen 25 bold, epic, soul-nourishing experiences that every true...

Here, Sharky, Sharky

In the seas off South Africa's Dyer Island, shark mania and risk adventure have combined with a vengeance. For a few bucks, one of a gang of ill-qualified, ill-equipped dive operators will drop you...

Floating the Mighty Free and Easy

A Flotilla of Stouthearted Men and Women Confronts Hissing Snakes, Weird Rocks, Flat Water, and the Greatest Mud in the West; or, What I did on My Summer Vacation

Giants in the Earth

Times were good in Castle, with full employment and a booming economy. But it only took 72 hours to send prosperity down Main Street and into oblivion.

What About Atlatl Bob?

He's named for a Stone Age weapon. He may be nuts as a bunny. But sometimes it's nice to have a Neanderthal at your side.

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