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We asked again. You answered again – what are your favorite destinations in the Ohio Valley? The results are the best places for adventure, chosen by those who know – GO! readers.
By Mary Reed, photos by Attila Horvath
There are moments in life when you have to stop and ask yourself, What the hell am I doing here? I’m having one of those moments right now.
By Mary Reed
Sure, the recession is on, but you haven’t pawned your tent yet. A family camping trip is the most affordable summer vacation out there.
We asked about your favorite places for adventure in the Ohio River region. You answered. The results? Beta on the best places to visit in 2009.
By Mary Reed
My plan is this: Wear all my clothes, wear my heavy boots – hell, shove rocks in my pockets if I have to.
By Meghan Holohan
Hours have passed since the coal company blasted at the mining site, but dust still hangs in the air. Tonya Stanley climbs up a steep grade and slips underneath a fence.
By Stephen McKean
I had never been so happy to see other human beings in all my life.
By Cynthia Rice, photos by Attila Horvath
As the Princess Bride taught us, when true love is involved, something mostly dead can always be brought back to life.
By Attila Horvath
My riding partner Mike Knutson and I are both gleaming with sweat.
Moving water – whether it’s flowing, falling, riffling, foaming, steaming or smashing – that rush of the earth’s energy is what energizes our lives.
Because fools rush in
By Mary Reed
I make a mental checklist of what I’ve brought for today’s morel mushroom hunt: knife, bag, journal, pencil, spade, water, mushroom guide, wildflower guide.
They Call It a Challenge for a Reason
By Mary Reed, photos by Attila Horvath
I believe the landscape of my nightmares from this day forward will be powerline cuts.
Canoeing the route of an American legend
By Mary Reed
This morning we put in our canoes under a cloudless sky and started taking in the riot that is spring in Ohio: tadpoles, ducklings, flowering trees and swift water.
By Jennifer Oladipo
For the first day in a long time it feels like spring might actually return to Louisville.
By Michelle Anderson
Sitting in the lot of a derelict gas station with the Indiana Gazetteer on my lap, I confirmed my suspicion. Crap. I had missed the last turn.