(Left) The Charles River from the Esplanade. In my opinion, Boston has the greatest waterfront in America.

(Left) Nicole is sitting at the window of this pizza place across the street. This is one of my favorite pictures I've ever taken for two reasons. First of all, I typically struggle with glare in any photo of glass, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that this one came out great. And second, because Nicole's in it.

(Below) My friend Josh taking a drink directly from his camelback. The straw had frozen during our frigid hike up to Chasm Lake.

(Right) My dad, brothers, and I posing for a photo at the port of Puerto Natales, in an attempt to recreate the iconic picture of the "Do Boys", including Rick Ridgeway, Yvon Chouinard, and Doug Tompkins.

(Left) My brother Aaron, resting his feet in the river after our first day in Patagonia. Energy was low after 13 miles of hiking, without much protection from the sun.

(Right) My brother Jared, taking a short break aside the trail, with our hut about to come into view at the base of the lake. We were ready to be done with the relentless Patagonia winds.

(Above) We felt lucky to capture this nearly unobstructed view of Arenal Volcano on our first morning. We've heard that it's a rare sight... but I think that's just tourist lore.

(Above) A quarter mile from the popular Whale's Tail at Uvita Beach, there is a river that feeds into the ocean. We had to step across it, soon realizing it was very deep. On the way back, I stopped to enjoy the warm slower moving water.

The resilience of the Israeli people can be felt even by a tourist.

(Above) We attended hostage square honoring all those still held captive in Gaza. The world all of a sudden feels very small in that public square in Tel Aviv.

(Left) Later in the day, we banter with our new Israeli friends and get to know each other over the best shawarma us Americans have ever had. What felt like emotional whiplash to me, is just a Monday for our friend Noa.

(Right) Collin and I, with our free weekend in Tel Aviv, chose to go surfing and enlisted our friend Annika as our instructor. On Saturday, we were elated catching our first waves. The classic traveller's exaggerations spilled from our mouths about how "this is what happiness looks like." Overconfident, we returned to Jaffa beach the next day, only to get pounded by waves that were double in size. We were exhausted, defeated, and just slightly embarassed that after only 40 minutes we were back at the surf shop returning our boards. A few more minutes and we are "recovering" with smoothies and laughing at how overmatched we were.

(Left) In honor of Marc-Andre Leclerc, Nicole slides down the hand-rail of this large metal stair case in El Chalten. With the same big smile but just a little less grace.

(Left) Not too far down a trail from Saariselka (or very far if you've never skiid before) is a bar+cafe nestled into the snowpacked and soundproof woods. Inside is the warmest Finn we've encountered, churning out an endless supply of spiked hot chocolates and reindeer crepes. The type of treat so decadent that it's ordered with a point of a finger and an "I'll have that". We returned two days later, with half the effort, but just as much of the appetite.

(Right) I've always preferred human powered travel in the outdoors. Perhaps elitist, but I've felt that we should rely on our own humble devices in the presence of all powerful nature. I had never rode a snowmobile before and it showed. I had so much fun, I felt like a proselyte to gasoline power.