FOLLOW MY ADVENTURES
There’s nothing in the world that beats sitting around a campfire for seven hours — except, maybe, rolling around on a sand dune for two.
I spent a week in New Orleans for the annual Society of Environmental Journalists conference. At one point I found myself in a bar on Bourbon Street playing an environmentally-themed game of Settlers of Catan with fellow nerds, and it was absolute heaven.
After securing harnesses, ropes and rappelling devices, Permian Basin Outing Club members take the plunge from an 80-foot cliff in the Davis Mountains.
The Chihuahuan desert offered a rare but welcome reprieve as temperatures warmed and winds stood still. Miles from the nearest road — and a considerable distance from any real civilization — I traded the comfort of my tent for a night under the stars.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings, Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees