The resort town of San Carlos de Bariloche sits on the southeastern shore of Lago Nahuel Huapi, two and a half hours southwest of Buenos Aires by plane.
The mountainside dirt road leading to Anse Chastanet, a resort on the Caribbean island of St. Lucia, is barely wide enough to accommodate two-way traffic.
The 44-foot ketch Bonita, built in the shipyards of Buenos Aires in 1982, cuts through the water of Lago Nahuel Huapi.
It was mating season in Oberstdorf, the brightly frescoed village in the south of Bavaria, and all over town the young folks were pulling on their lederhosen and hiking boots and packing lunches o
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Those inclined to plummet more than 40 stories in less than a minute can attend classes in March at the new Stephan Bosch Bobsled Driving School at Utah Olympic Park (
Our goal is to stamp every sport on our “passports,” the passes we procure at Lake Placid’s Whiteface Lodge that gain you entry to all the Olympic sports complexes in and around the town.
As morning breaks, the blast from an avalanche-control charge serves as reveille. A few minutes pass, and then boom! The second explosion suggests that it has snowed all night.
The base of Ajax Mountain is Aspen’s social hub, where yo
I am not a fisherman, but I do subscribe to the theory that if you find yourself in Yankee Stadium, you certainly will be a baseball fan for at least that afternoon or evening.
“Pull!” I bark, but before I can draw a bead on the target, it plummets into the scrub oak, and my shot sails toward the heavens.
Churchill, Manitoba, has been called “a town built in the wrong place,” not because it is located 700 miles from its gateway city, Winnipeg, or because no roads lead there.
The challenging terrain at Aspen Highlands (800.525.6200, www.aspensnowmass.com) helps the resort lure expert skiers away from Aspen Mou
It is cold—bitterly cold, wickedly cold—in St. Moritz, Switzerland, in the final week of January, with temperatures climbing no higher than the single digits.
Now here is a pleasant view: Rising steeply just across the road from my balcony at the Hotel Jagdhof in Neustift, in the Austrian Tirol, is an Alpine meadow, a broad expanse of deep green dotted
Since 1969, Frontiers International has been leading hunters and
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 Col
Seated in the steamy confines of a rustic sauna, Kentucky small-batch bourbon in hand, the angler recounts to his cohorts highlights of a three-day float down a remote Alaskan river.
Some 150 miles northwest of Banff, 9,000 feet up in the Adamant Mountains of British Columbia, I am sitting on a boulder the size of an SUV at the edge of a glacier.
The designs for some of the latest winter sports equipment reflect an eclectic array of influences—from NASA, to New Age, to surfers.
It is difficult to remain focused when staying at New Zealand’s Treetops Lodge and Estate.
The Pinzgauer 710 transport vehicle plods its way stubbornly over clumps of broam grass and foxtail on the western slope of the Sangre de Cristo mountain range.
Four miles and 4,000 vertical feet from the beginning of our journey, we reach the summit of Mount Huron only to discover that we have company.
It is 25 degrees on a snowy February morning, and I am skiing in shorts and a T-shirt. Instead of snow, a carpeted treadmill rolls swiftly underfoot.
“Big Sky?” the question inevitably comes. “Is there really a town by that name? I thought it referred to the state.” Which, of course, it does.
While skis may be the most traditional means of descending the slopes, there is nothing traditional about these models, which incorporate the latest innovations designed to optimize performance—wh