These are the Phoenix-area trails most likely to make your dog's tail wag.
Indeed, the brand not only makes dope threads — by giving back to the non-profit side of things, Locklear is really creating something that hikers and their dogs can rally around.
From the mountains of Telluride to the jungles of Costa Rica, Natalie Magee leads yoga-focused adventure retreats to some of the most beautiful places on the planet.
Waterfalls are awesome and Colorado has a shit-load of them. God knows the spirit of John Denver wants you to go take a hike out to a great waterfall every now and then.
Following his escape from Florence State Prison in May 1992, convicted bank-robber turned fugitive Danny Ray Horning went on the run for seven weeks, resulting in the largest manhunt in Arizona history. Known as “Rambo” to his pursuers because of his skill at avoiding capture in the wilderness, Horning achieved folk hero status among the general public — viewed as something of a blue-collar Robin Hood. Unknown to the masses at the time, Horning had a dark and disturbing history back home in California’s Central Valley. As a suspect in a 1990 dismemberment murder case and convicted child molester, Horning was not your average fugitive. A tale of cold-blooded murder, wilderness survival, and much, much more: this is the true story of Danny Ray Horning.
Of all of Grand Canyon’s waters, Mooney Falls is perhaps the most impressive. At a place where Havasu Creek cascades straight off a 196-foot cliff, Mooney is a perennially-flowing free-falling behemoth. At this convergence of earth, water, and gravity — grace meets power and danger meets beauty.
Driving westbound on highway 74 near Morristown, Arizona, the ominous hump of Vulture Peak dominates the horizon ahead. Glancing out the driver and passenger windows, many of the neighboring ranges are taller and ore massive, yet there’s something unique about how Vulture’s dome stands out from the surrounding desert. I relived this experience many times over the course of a few years and the mountain climber in me desired to set foot on Vulture’s summit.
We’ve hiked through a variety of Arizona canyon country over the last few years. Some of it crowded, like our mob-infested mid-October foray through Havasu Canyon. Some of it desolate, like the rugged solitude of the Eastern Superstitions. But our recent trip through Aravaipa Canyon was in a league all its own. Of all the descriptors we uttered while navigating the canyon, I think my buddy Dustin came up with the best one: “Underrated.”