Author Archives: Evelyn Spence
The most exotic hike in the United States is smack in the middle of the country: Welcome to Great Sand Dunes National Park. Read it.
Brain games are all the rage these days. But do they really work?
There are mere mortal anglers, and then there are legendary figures who elevate the sport of fishing to the level of the miraculous. Meet fishing’s new pantheon—three men who are fishing on a far higher plane than the rest of us.
A complete guide to the digital revolution—and how to join it.
While some lucky athletes are born, not made, for most of us, it takes a lot of work, determination, and inspiration to reach our potential. And that may not happen until we cross that line into adulthood. Meet four everyday people who have used the outdoors to transform their lives (and their waistlines), becoming happier and healthier in the process. Plus: Unleash your inner athlete with advice from expert trainers, and start down your own road to success.View Download
An epic journey to a World Cup match in Johannesburg. Gone bad.
Taking the scenic route from Cape Town to Durban during the World Cup.
They’re melting and sinking. They’re booming—or busting. They’re jaw-droppingly scenic and cosmopolitan. One thing that’s clear about our nods for the best travel destinations of 2012 is that they’re changing, and fast, which means the coming year is perfect for a trip of a lifetime. Now that we’ve spun the globe and picked our top spots, it’s your turn to make it happen—and, of course, to let us know which ones we missed. Read it.
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After a long hiatus to get an MFA, and travel to South Africa, Prague, Israel, the Smokies, Costa Rica, and Seattle, I’m revisiting my blog. You can read the old stuff here: http://evelynspence.blogspot.com. I started it when I moved from Boulder to Brooklyn, wide-eyed and exploratory. Now that I’m a bitter New Yorker (okay, only sometimes!), I’ve formulated an escape plan, and I’m moving back to Seattle. Where I was born. Where I belong. A good friend called it “the home of my heart,” or maybe it was “the heart of my home,” but either way it feels like I’ve come full circle.