Out of Control in the Desert

I wouldn’t consider myself a control freak, but somewhere along the line I learned I could only rely on myself for safety, comfort, and needs. The desert was about to challenge that.

Glue Up

Look around any city long enough and you will find a Glue Up: climbing holds attached to an urban surface with industrial-strength epoxy. To know how they got there is to understand the local climbing scene. A Film by Andrew Kornylak / Presented by Whitewater

The Real World

I was terrified of living an easy life of going through the motions. This fear of the mundane drove me to this adventure.

Atlas Mountain Cycling Race

I was coasting downhill when another rider flew past me. My competitive fire was reignited and roaring, as if someone had doused gasoline on a spark. There was no way in hell this rider was going to finish before me.

Bikepacking Cumberland Island

The moment we left the ranger station, a transformation occurred – Cumberland Island unfolded in front of me as an untouched oasis of natural splendor.

A Baffin Vacation

Searching for a romantic vacation? Try Baffin Island! Remember: an expedition is the same thing as a vacation, it just depends on your attitude. A Film by Sarah McNair-Landry and Erik Boomer Produced by Erik Boomer, Sarah McNair-Landry, and Rush Sturges Presented by Whitewater

Wind River High Route

Life brought many changes to each of our lives over the coming years. Babies were born, jobs changed, houses sold and bought—yet we each held onto the idea of finishing what we started.

Pack Even Lighter

Standing in the midst of nature’s epic rejuvenation, I hope to everything good and holy that I’ll be just as revived after a few nighttime hours lying horizontal in an emergency bivy at our upcoming camp spot.

The Traveller’s Ego

We exited an oppressive darkness through a hole of blinding light cut into a sweating tunnel wall. The sound of rushing cars and tinny horns echo behind us, as a stream of anger projects from the drivers roaring past. Bent over the handlebars of our bikes, our breath comes in frantic gulps.