Las Vegas is like Coke versus Pepsi. Visit the city a couple of times, and your opinion of it will likely swing hard either way. Love it or hate it, the draw of Nevada’s most populous metropolis can’t be denied. Concerts, conferences, gambling and sporting events...
The line starts with a few wiggles among old-growth red firs and a low-angle traverse. Sticking to the fresh track established by ski patrol is crucial, as the easy entry quickly shifts to a steep rollover. The snow is light and fluffy on top, with...
Azure. Cerulean. Cobalt. There’s a place that paints in shades something similar to Lake Tahoe’s tropics-inspired palette of blues—and, like our little piece of paradise, is the stuff of Instagram dreams: Grace Bay. ...
We’re socked in, stuck in a cloud, with visibility only a few feet at best. It’s snowing, and we’re lined up for a long tour. Rocks give us a slight sense of depth, but it’s too hard to see cracks and subtle undulations in the...
The “Welcome to Michigan” sign feels like a release. After an hour or two of driving east from Chicago, past the smokestacks and train tracks, the jammed freeways of Illinois and Indiana, you loosen your grip on the steering wheel. You turn up the radio and...
There’s a rich, hilarious vein of #HikeTok TikTok videos skewering Western hikers on their first visit to the Adirondack Mountains in eastern Upstate New York. The bit goes something like this: A Westerner poo-poos the “little” Adirondacks, which top out just over 5,300 feet. We scale...
Looking up at what we just experienced, my eyes glossed over. It was an emotional moment. The climbing, the skiing, the people—it all seemed to coalesce in this one moment....
There we were, jet-lagged, overdressed in rhinestone-studded velour Sweatsedos and out of sorts in an unattractive industrial area of Dubai. Our Tahoe band was nowhere near the 2,700-foot Burj Khalifa, the world’s tallest building, and we were not about to board some sheik’s mega yacht...
Summer skiing has never been high on my priority list. Unlike some of my Tahoe friends—like TQ contributor Brennan Lagasse, who has skied 226 consecutive months—my winter-centric brain cells are usually laid to rest by May, pushed aside by ambitions of hiking, biking and jumping...
In the spring of 2017, I salvaged an old Chevy Astro from my home near Lake Tahoe, built a bed frame in the back, and traveled around the western half of America and mainland Mexico. In the spring of 2020, I bought a colonial house...