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The leatherback frogmen of the NYPD Scuba Squad patrol a hellish world beyond noir, where body parts abound, the water's filthy, and mob victims wear concrete shoes. And get this—they love it.

Carl and Lowell Skoog are blazing virgin trails in the backcountry's wild white yonder

After all the bad weather, bad luck, and bad food, there was only one thing left for the publishers and producers of the next big adventure blockbuster to do: Kill the writer.

The peaks of the Italian Alps may look daunting, but climbing them is la dolce vita.

Come ski Mad River Glen, where it is resolved that progress is not a good thing—and that man-made snow is for sissies

A crash course in old-growth tree climbing (it's tree hugging's rambunctious younger sibling). Wanna come out and have some deep fun?

It takes a brave heart, a keen interest in cryogenics, and a thick coating of neoprene to climb into an iceboat and fly across a frozen lake at upwards of 60 miles per hour. But hey, hard-water sailors don't mind. What else would they do with all their free time?

A partner drops out, one thing leads to another, and suddenly our hero finds that peer pressure has him fighting for his life

A corps of rock rats in a hurry is putting the pedal to the mettle in big-wall climbing

Last winter was among the deadliest avalanche seasons on record in the United States and Europe. Why is the number of fatalities rising? And what's being done about it?

Avalanche-safety wisdom to help you survive with the fittest

THIS DREAM OF LAND, of owning it—where does it start, how deep is it rooted? Go Stake Your Claim Ever fantasized about heading off into the country and building a little place with good views and a porch for the rocking chair? Here’s your blueprint on how to make…

It’s as American as Mom, apple pie, and the lust for elbow room: to find and purchase a slice of country heaven to call your own. A place to sleep under the stars and think wide-open thoughts. To put up a cabin. To watch the trees grow…

THIS DREAM OF LAND, of owning it—where does it start, how deep is it rooted? Go Stake Your Claim Ever fantasized about heading off into the country and building a little place with good views and a porch for the rocking chair? Here’s your blueprint on how to make…

Building a better base camp

The Outside Prognosticator 2000

The Pacific Rim's most explosive endurance sport combines speed, pain, and ancient tradition

A Wetland Restoration Comedy: how one man transformed vile, polluted, dank little swamp into the perfect glassy ice pond

What gets the equivalent of 1,000 miles per gallon, doesn't pollute, will save the world, and transports you in breezy style? Your bike.

Can Virtual Adventure Thrive on the Internet? A Brazen New Web Site Says Yes. But Is This Digital Expedition into the Unknown a Revolutionary Way to Experience Sports, or a Business Disaster in the Making?

When did the realm of adventure and wilderness travel become Madison Avenue's favorite image bank? A traverse across advertising's new frontier.

An avalanche in Tibet takes the life of Alex Lowe

Rodeo kayaking's effort to transform itself into a mainstream sport

The rules (there are only three of them) remain the same for a lifetime, and they come from the mouths of babes

To save the day when the crevasse hits the fan; to be chased by AK-47-wielding bandits; to be the one guy who's gotta say, "Time to turn around, everybody"—this is what it means to be a professional guide. (Still interested?)

Want to experience the suicidal rush of trying to break into the outdoor gear biz? Join us now for the saga of GoLite, a crazy little startup with everything stacked against it—except for one featherweight idea whose time may have come.

Some of the most innovative boats ever built prepare for the fiercest race in sailing history

A tight crew of out-of-bounds crazies has been working overtime to turn the snow-flick world upside down with its relentlessly spectacular reels. Is it art or is it ski porn?

A tight crew of out-of-bounds crazies has been working overtime to turn the snow-flick world upside down with its relentlessly spectacular reels. Is it art or is it ski porn?

The come-on: Grab two hours of challenging fun and fast adventure. But when a dark wall of water swept away lives and reputations, the question became: Why?

Deep in South Africa's interior sprawls Kruger National Park, the crown jewel of game preserves with 2,500 lions, 2,750 rhinos, 8,500 elephants, 30,000 zebras, 100,000 impalas...and 650 miles of boundary wire keeping animals in and poachers out. Welcome to the postmodern Eden, where everyone behaves—or else.

A Tex-Mex multisport adventure takes exhilarating turns in Big Bend country

In an exclusive excerpt from the forthcoming book by the men who led the quest to solve the mystery of George Mallory's disappearance, the authors for the first time reveal the evidence they uncovered—and offer their chilling re-creation of Mallory and Irvine's last hours.

New School Skiing is teaching good old hotdogging some radical new tricks

Soaring over four continents, three oceans, and assorted hostile nations aboard a high-tech gondola, Bertrand Piccard of Switzerland and Brian Jones of England this year became the first men to circle the world by hot-air balloon. Here is their diary—the unforgettable highs, the lows, and the humdrum routine experienced by the unlikely duo who vowed to boldly g

Once, he rode the smoky ridges about the Umpqua River, a pack of baying hounds at his feet, the bawling of the terrified Ursus americanus ringing through the hills. Once, he was undisputed master of the kill. Once, Ray Hillsman slew a thousand bears. And then one man said, No more.

As the United States prepares to hand over the canal, Panama's wild wonders are ripe for discovery

Where the Suwanne hits the Gulf, a bygone Florida thrives in the wilderness

Ah rowing—the serene sport of gentlemen. Climb inside a boat beating toward the world championships, however, and you'll find yourself enduring mind-numbing pain and exhaustion—not to mention unrelenting, hostile competition from your own teammates.

He was almost everything a 14-year-old boy thought he wanted to become

Small child grows up, learns to surf better than anyone ever, finds fame, gathers wealth, forms a band, lands on television, dates starlets, grows bored, moves on. Just another success story, peculiar to America.

Call it inevitable that Dan Osman found the fatal edge of his signature sport, a thing known as "free-falling." But were his leaps of faith—and thus his sad death—as profound as he imagined? Or just a stunt taken to foolish extremes?

This year's World Extreme Skiing Championships will feature two types of descent: Hail Mary and Mother of God

The legend says Terje Haakonsen, snowboarding's five-time world champion, can win at will

Swing a hammer, light a fuse, and let the dams come tumbling down. So goes the cry these days on American rivers, where vandals of every stripe—enviros and fishermen and interior secretaries, among others—wage battle to uncork the nation's bound-up waters.

The endless summer set has yet to find Raglan's World class waves. Lucky for you.

Alaskan eccentric Trigger Twigg attempts the first winter ascent of the world's tallest face

Seven Olympic venues, one charming Main Street, and a host of High Peaks—it all adds up to Lake Placid, America's original snowbound resort.

In the beginning was the family compound, and it was fine. Then came the oil companies with their wells, and they were foul. And lately have come the shootings, the wrenchings, the bombings—and what's to come of all that, only the prophet knows.

The Great Reinhold Messner unmasks his latest conquest

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.

Escaping the artistes and poseurs on the singletrack of San Miguel

How can one possibly put into words the majestic talent, the gracious modesty, the unrivaled discipline of the world's greatest skier? Like this.

And other tales from the urban climbing gym

Can you feel it coming? Heat, hail, snow, rain. Wind, drought, flood, pain. Are you tired of waiting? Then hurry to Bangladesh, where the skies have already broken.

Think Whistler is the only thing that British Columbia has to offer? Think again.

"He is for sure not one of us," says a teammate of ski racer Hermann Maier. "He is beyond this world," says a former gold medalist. "He is a beast," they say, and finally, "He is the beast."

A glistening fortune lies waiting beneath the sagebrush. Or so they might have you believe.

Heading the Call of Oregon's Clatsop Spit

A bit of praise for life's wonders. Like forgiveness, redemption, and canine flatulence.

He's Rich, He's Popular, He's Good-Looking, He's Talented, He's Won a Gold Medal, He's Pretty Much Got Life Nailed. Shall we continue with the reasons Jonny Moseley is the happiest guy on earth at this moment — this ephemeral, intoxicating, telling moment?

It's surprising how far a ten-inch craft can carry you

To rise from the dead, to crush those who've slighted you, to best insurmountable odds, and to make a fortune doing so, would that not be the sweetest medicine? Lance Armstrong really, really hopes so.

Ted Nugent, '70s rock relic, loves the wild outdoors. Loves to seek out the earth's creatures, large and small, and shoot them. Loves that he could be the conservation movement's most valuable ally. Which is to say, he loves irony.

When a promising young runner went missing in Wyoming's Wind River Range, everything changed for the community of athletes she left behind.

Premise One: Eight years ago a drunk Joe Hazelwood piloted the Exxon Valdez into a reef. Premise Two: Eight years ago Joe Hazelwood martyred himself out of pride. Resolution One: After much suffering and introspection, Joe Hazelwood has found peace. Resolution Two: He's resolved absolutely nothing.

Summer after summer, the smokejumpers head for the front lines as the tinderbox forests of the West explode. Fire is the killer and the ally, and every time they escape it, they can't wait for the inferno to begin again.

Bill Haast, human pincushion, explains the pain and profit of being nailed 163 times—and counting—by his little scaly friends

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.

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…

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.

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.

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.

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?