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  1. Clad in sleek, black suits that render them nearly invisible at this evening hour, the members of a small band of neophytic ninjas silently wind their way through the high alpine wilderness of...
  2. There are two kinds of fly-fishing, a saltwater guide once told me: bonefishing and everything else. The torpedo-shaped speedsters known as bonefish are renowned for reel-searing runs that can leave...
  3. The roads of late winter, battered for months by snow, sleet, and ice, devolve into a patchwork of glacial potholes and mountainous frost heaves, pounding suspensions and puncturing tires of everyday...
  4. “This run is called Sex Wax,” Rob Orvig says with a casualness that seems at odds with the crevasse-lined expanse stretching out below him. “It’s on a pretty real glacier, so stick by my tracks.”...
  5. The country sport of deer stalking is a time-honored tradition in the Scottish Highlands. Unlike many forms of hunting, in which participants wait in hiding for their prey, stalkers in Scotland...
  6. After three weeks of heavy snow in January, the clouds parted over the Austrian village of St. Anton am Arlberg to reveal a bluebird sky and perfect ski conditions. As I stepped off the Valluga tram...
  7. Shawna Cropas, a fashion model turned triple-crown windsurfing champion, peers nervously across Maui’s southwestern shore. “See the clouds over the mountain?” she says, gesturing to an ominous bank...
  8. The ceiling of dense, blue sea ice above us covers water that is a bone-chilling 28 degrees, and the end of the 60-foot yellow rope that connects my dive guide, Graham Dickson, and me to the surface...
  9. The yellow strike indicator disappeared below the surface of Alaska’s Upper Newhalen River, followed almost instantly by a huge silver flash breaking the water downstream. My fly line unspooled with...
  10. I am standing in the shadows of the 11,000-foot-high Tête du Ruitor, staring down a spectacular powder ribbon along the French Alps’ Invernet Glacier.

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