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January 2, 2017

New Year Inspiration: My Top 10 Adventure Trips

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By Michael Lanza

I often get asked, “What’s your favorite trip?” And I can’t answer that one. To pick just one from all the amazing adventures I’ve had the good fortune to take feels like an impossible task. So instead, I’ve assembled the following list of my 10 all-time favorites (so far). It includes, among other five-star trips, backpacking the Teton Crest Trail and John Muir Trail; hiking across the Grand Canyon; and trekking in Iceland, Patagonia, and Italy’s Dolomite Mountains (lead photo, above). Continue reading →

December 21, 2015

The Year in 10 Stories at The Big Outside

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By Michael Lanza

At The Big Outside, I post roughly a hundred stories a year of various lengths, from gear reviews and answers to readers’ questions to regular photo galleries—and every few weeks, a feature-length story about an outdoor adventure, many of those with my family. At year’s end, I look back at those longer stories published in the past 12 months and see a pretty darn stellar menu of trip ideas for you, my readers. Here’s a look back, in pictures and brief descriptions, at 10 top stories of 2015 published at The Big Outside. Continue reading →

July 13, 2015 The Alta Via 2 south of Rifugio Rosetta, in Paneveggio-Pale di San Martino Nature Park, Dolomite Mountains, Italy.

‘The World’s Most Beautiful Trail:’ Trekking the Alta Via 2 Through Italy’s Dolomite Mountains

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By Michael Lanza

We follow the zigzagging trail upward until it becomes lost beneath an unbroken snow cover. Then we follow the boot prints of the few trekkers who’ve ventured up here before us recently, a navigational strategy based on hope—the hope that unseen strangers knew where the path goes. A bit farther than I could hurl a stone to either side of us loom sheer walls of dark rock, rendered fuzzy by the fog, as if Vaseline coats our eyeballs. The cliffs rise hundreds of feet into the oblivion of a soupy, gray ceiling, the sky a dark bruise that looks almost close enough to touch. A drizzly rain seeps from the clouds, but the air is calm and there is no sound but our footsteps and breaths—and a faint rumbling of uncertainty in my gut. Continue reading →