I've always been drawn to mountains. The occasional camping trip as a child sparked this pull, and my experiences at Camp Jack Hazard solidified my enduring love for seeking then out. There's a peace that you feel being in them and next to them; a calm that helps you breathe a little easier (or it could just be the clean air). I finally saw the Tetons today. They have been featured on countless covers of my Backpacker magazines and depicted on several nature sh...

It may sound silly, but when we rolled along the gorgeous stretch of highway that led us into Wyoming, everything felt different than the rest of our travels. We had entered the great frontier of the West, and the rolling hills of green against a backdrop of the bluest sky we'd ever seen was practically breathing the history of America. It truly left us breathless. All we could see for miles and miles, was rolling hills and puffy white clouds that looked like you...