Richard

Last summer at Yellowstone, I watched a family try to wash their dinner dishes in the bathroom sink. The camp host had to politely explain why that wasn’t allowed, and the family looked completely lost about what to do next. It reminded me of my own early camping days when I had no clue about

The first time I pitched my tent on snow-covered ground in the Colorado Rockies, I learned the hard way that winter camping is an entirely different beast from summer camping. As the temperature dropped to -15°F that night, I discovered every mistake possible: inadequate insulation underneath my sleeping pad, frozen water bottles, and a tent