Unabashed, they climbed, skied, drank, smoked, danced, dropped, screwed, and designed gear, and schemed how to avoid the war in Asia.
There were articles about backcountry skiing on those pages. Or rather, upon closer examination, a series of screeds. Here was a rant about initiating an early "lead change" to carve the perfect telemark turn, and another about how to lay down the perfect skin track
When I see these stoned counters in other people’s houses, they seem, in their shape and their function, like places of business or places of death.
YOU KNOW you are inside the Bohemian Grove when you come down a trail in the woods and hear piano music from amid a group of tents and then round a bend to see a man with a beer in one hand and his penis in the other, urinating into the bushes.
THOUGH IT’S BEEN NEARLY THREE DECADES since Edward Abbey drained his last can of beer and flung it onto a Forest Service byway, his...