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By Michael Lanza
An unforgettable campsite can define a backcountry trip. Sometimes that perfect spot where you spend a night forges the memory that remains the most vivid long after you’ve gone home. A photo of that camp can send recollections of the entire adventure rushing back to you—it does for me. I’ve been very fortunate to have pitched a tent in many great backcountry campsites over nearly three decades of backpacking and trekking all over the U.S. and the world. I’ve boiled the list of my favorite spots down to these 25.
I update this list every year, and each time, it becomes more difficult. This year, I’m adding a campsite in Titcomb Basin, in the heart of Wyoming’s majestic Wind River Range. Below my top 25 list you’ll find a second list of campsites that were previously in my top 25. Each campsite photo below includes a short description of where it is and the trip, and most have a link to an existing story about that trip at The Big Outside. Continue reading →
I’ve been reading The Big Outside for a few months now and have really enjoyed it. My brother and I are taking a trip to the Grand Canyon this year and decided to follow the itinerary you laid out in this post: thebigoutside.com/a-matter-of-perspective-a-father-daughter-hike-in-the-grand-canyon. Your tips on getting permits and planning for a trip to the Grand Canyon have proven invaluable, particularly after our last trip there (in October 2013) was essentially canceled due to the government shutdown at the time. Needless to say, we are really looking forward to going! I do have one worry, however. We are both using non-freestanding tents—I’m using a Sierra Designs Flashlight 1; my brother is using a Tarptent Rainbow—and I’m unsure of how difficult pitching will be in the canyon. Continue reading →
By Michael Lanza
The New Hance Trail starts out hard, and then gets really tough. The rugged footpath drops off the South Rim into the Grand Canyon like a ball rolling off a table—4,422 vertical feet in 6.5 miles from the rim to the Colorado River. Most of that relief comes in the first five miles, as the trail wiggles through more switchbacks than a squirrel racks up in a year of crossing streets. Geology magnifies the unmaintained path’s grueling character: It drops over hundreds of knee-jarring, quad-jellying ledges two to three feet high, which can seem endless to someone carrying a backpack.
I imagine it seems especially endless to someone who stands barely more than four-and-a-half feet tall. Continue reading →