The beam of my headlamp caught the first fat raindrops as they hit the forest floor. My fingers, already stiff from the dropping...

The temperature had plummeted to fifteen below zero by the time I reached the ridgeline in Colorado's San Juan Mountains. As darkness...

The first drops of rain hit Mark's tent just after midnight. By dawn, what had started as a gentle shower had transformed into a...

The morning mist still clung to the mountainside as Emma stirred in her tent. Outside, the world was waking up – birds calling, leaves...

The Shot That Almost Wasn't The alarm pierced the predawn silence at 4:30 AM. Elena groaned, tempted to silence it and roll over in her...