Outside Adventure to the Max

The winding trail keeps going up. Climbing steady with the view of the bay ever-changing. It started on pavement, leading to steps and th...

  Originally published on May 6 2014. This post has been an Outside Adventure to the Max fan favorite.  The city of Fargo has been all th...

 “ Going up that river was like traveling back to the beginning of the world, when the plants ran wild and the trees were kings. We sailed u...

Photo provided by Daniel Fox

My talented wife Debbie Klenzman Carlson owner of Progressive Portraits made some impressive images me kayaking Lake Natoma under the Rain...

                                        Lake Natoma  Rivers are the primal highways of life. From the crack of time, they had borne m...

 The strap. It is a simple thing. A strong canvas, leather, or woven fabric nylon webbing that offer strong results. Used in place of a ...

Come along for this Outside Adventure to the Max's special journey for this video blog extra. This weekend I took part in full moon...

 Darin McQuoid grew up exploring and hiking river canyons. Little did he know he would turn it into a career. It was only a matter of...

  The first river you paddle runs through the rest of your life. It bubbles up in pools and eddies to remind you who you are.  -- Lynn No...

“As we passed on, it seemed as if those scenes of visionary enchantment would never have an end.” --Meriwether Lewis I have always found...

  It was raining hard on the South Fork of the American River. We unloaded our kayaks from our parked car just off the Highway 49 and walk...

The Mississippi River and downtown St Paul, Minnesota. There is a whirl of activity at Hidden Falls Park in St. Paul, Minnesota. Shutt...

Photo from the National Geographic Production 2002 of Lewis & Clark: Great Journey West. In the fall of 1805 the Corps of Discovery...

Only dead fish go with the stream... When I look back on my kayaking trips I rarely have had a shuttle waiting for me at the river'...

The river called. The call is the thundering rumble of distant rapids, the intimate roar of white water . . . a primeval summons to prim...

Where the river ends...The North Fork of the American River flowing into Folsom Lake  All my paddling books were written about 15 years ...

Lake Journals May 27, 2010...Cole and I put our kayaks into the water.  The day had finally came. It is a beautiful day in Minnesota. ...

On the American River Parkway with the Sacramento Paddle Pushers.  Most of the 23 miles of the American River Parkway meanders through...