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Don't sweat that impending trip — it's easy to keep in shape away from home
Bill Haast, human pincushion, explains the pain and profit of being nailed 163 times—and counting—by his little scaly friends
All recreational sport is really quite simple: You run. You jump. You throw. What's more, it's pretty easy to get good at these things.
In the dusty realm of big-league map collecting, one man cut a darker figure than his milquetoasty colleagues. Armed with an X-Acto knife and an arsenal of fake identities, he systematically ransacked the nation's libraries, hoping in his own peculiar way to dominate the globe.
Toughen your midsection, and hardy arms and legs are sure to follow
After a lifetime of wanting, Jon Krakauer made it to the world's highest point. What he and the other survivors would discover in the months to come, however, is that it's even more difficult to get back down.
Along the 43rd parallel in North America, raising pumpkins isn't just a sleepy backyard pursuit—it's an extreme sport. And nowhere are the stakes higher, or the intrigues thicker, than at the annual weigh-off of the World Pumpkin Confederation, the Olympics of garden-patch gigantism.
In the 500 dusty years of refined yet raw Spanish ritual, one young matador stands quite apart from the others
CABLE CROSSOVER The Muscles: Latissimus dorsi, pectorals The Exercise: Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and your back straight. Position yourself with your weak side perpendicular to the cable pulley, about an arm’s length away. Holding the cable grip with your arm extended from your side, pull the…
Beyond sports psychology's oblique tenets lie very real training techniques
They dropped from the sky as if from a dream, undetected, bearing dire messages. They had set out from the edge of the world–a wild island isolated in a frozen sea–and they came to rest in the depths of what is sometimes called the pit of the earth. They were…
Partners of witches? Souls of the dead? Suckers of blood? Knee-deep in guano in a rank Texas cave with the man who knows the shocking truth about bats
The world wants them to stop, but it's the trade of their grandfathers. With a harpoon and their wits, they ply the waters of the Caribbean in search of their 40-ton prey. And when they're gone, it all goes with them.
You, too, can own a share of Henry VIII's sunken flatware—for $50,000. That is, if you cut a deal with Barry Clifford, the Pirate Prince to some, the Underwater Antichrist to others.
He became a rallying cry for centuries of oppression against his people, one of America's most potent political symbols. But now, 20 years after the murder of two FBI agents that put him in prison for life, he's more important as a legend than as a man, and the legend has begun to unravel.
YOSEMITE NEEDS YOU came the rumbling call. With a crisp salute, our gung-ho correspondent rushed headlong into the summer-job fantasia of weed pulling, suitcase lugging, kamikaze tourists, and underpaid underlings who cower before the stiff-brimmed silhouette of Ranger Rick. A grunt's-eye report.
They are virulent, microscopic menaces, diseases so deadly that they could swiftly destroy our nation's livestock and send the economy into a free fall—which leaves the government with the daunting task of keeping them from our shores. It's a battle being waged across the globe, and in the command center on tiny Plum Island, the folks in the lab coats are on red alert.
Dams break and walls of water sweep away cars like matchboxes. Time to call off the shaman.
It outclasses the Alps. It nurtures budding friendships. It even makes your brain grow. A journey along the high route, America's finest backcountry trek.
These are desperate times for the world's largest cats, and for the people who are killing them. Can Siberia save itself, or will it soon be a land of no more tigers? In search of Panthera tigris altaica, icon of a culture that assumes the worst for itself and always finds that assumption confirmed.
Six young men set out on a dead-calm sea to seek their fortunes. Suddenly, they were hit by the worst gale in a century, and there wasn’t even time to shout.
Amid the panic over abductions and evil ETs, a gentle voice is heard. But do Steven Greer and his pilgrims have the candlepower to score that intergalactic high five?
There’s nothing funny about motion sickness. Really. I mean it.
Longtime Outside readers will tell you: The funniest story this magazine ever published appeared early in its history, in 1983, when a prolific writer named Don Katz persuaded the editors to let him celebrate the strangest sport anybody had ever heard of. His odd but true tale became an instant sensation.
As a young climber, David Roberts believed in the greatness of risk. Then death came suddenly, too easily. And it came again and again.
For 90 million years the turtles have massed to lay their eggs. This time they gathered for their own mass murder…
Snowboarder Jeremy Jones seeks out the biggest and most remote lines in the latest film by Teton Gravity Research, Further. It premiers in the fall of 2012.