Adventure

10 travel movies that will help ease your wanderlust

We put together a list of travel movies that are great for inspiration, laughs, and all too real travel nightmares. So if you’re in need of a travel fix, these films are your solution. Into the Wild This true story […]

5 Ways to avoid being scammed while traveling.

  This list is full of “worst case scenarios” and should not push you away from traveling in any way. Sometimes traveling turns disasterous and one mistake can turn into a trip full of regret, hopefully these tips help to […]

Sak Yants at Wat Bang Phra : Getting tattooed by a buddhist monk.

After about 20 minutes in the monk answered a phone call but continued to work, all while a small dog sat on his shoulder. The pain started to become more annoying towards the end but wasn’t that bad. After he finished he too chanted a blessing and blew into the fresh ink, rubbed some Vaseline on the design and a placed piece of thing gold foil on part of the Yant.

The Snow on Gothic Basin

Stopping at the bottom of the gully, I survey the climb in front of me. The path nearly disappears into the bleached white slope with the icy holes left in the snow by previous mountain wanderers being my only means of navigation, I plot my course one literal step at a time. I place my feet into each hole as if I am walking a set of stairs made of an unknown strangers staggering footsteps. I can see the places where their boots slipped on the rocks below the snow and their hand prints where they caught balance on the frozen bank. As I progress I begin to think of the tracks as if I was being lead up the mountainside by a ghost.

A View Worth Fighting For: Granite Mountain

The path quickly begins to climb while you side step jagged granite teeth and tree roots fighting to reclaim the trail. Each step having to be meticulous while at the same time completely spontaneous as we struggle through steep switchbacks. The distance to the top is only four miles long but you climb nearly a thousand feet in elevation for every mile gained. Using my altimeter on my watch to track our progress, we realize that we could only climb about 100 feet in elevation before the burning in our legs beam too much and forced us to halt our progress and give our legs time to catch up. Sometimes these breaks resulted in one or both of us sprawled across the rocky trail, asking a higher power, “why the f*** and I doing this?!” which was only answered by more trail to climb