Travel

The Baby Bjorn Travel Crib Light sets up in seconds and travels easily: no more relying on in-laws and hotels to keep a crib on hand.

The Azores, a chain of nine islands just west of Portugal, are a melting pot of landscapes and cultures, evoking Hawaii, Scandinavia, Seattle and Wisconsin in the space of an hour.

We boarded the Emirates A380 before its maiden voyage to Dubai from San Francisco, and checked out the digs on the world’s largest passenger aircraft.

At Alto Atacama Desert Lodge & Spa, an all-inclusive lodge nestled in the Salt Mountain Range’s lush Catarpe Valley, a wide range of excursions pairs with simple luxury and extraordinary stargazing for one of the world’s most unique stays.

Will McGough explores the length of the Kalalau Trail, recently voted America’s best hiking trail by GP readers.

Chile’s Isla Grande de Chiloé is remote and nigh inaccessible by stormy weather — but to the brave come the spoils of luxury and untapped wilderness.

Begun in the winter of 1959, the Isle Royale Wolf & Moose Project is the longest-running large animal study in the world.

This summer, GP’s Jason Heaton set out to dive five of Lake Superior’s most notable wrecks.

Outdoor enthusiasts sometimes turn their backs on organized, outfitted tours.

Dan had mentioned his novel idea before our summer trip to Switzerland: we’d go backpacking, in the Alps — no huts. Bring your sleeping bags and bivy sacks, he said.

A quick travel guide to Scotland’s wonderful capital city.

Meeting a fishy relative in beautiful Cairngorms National Park.

From hiking the Speyside Way to mountain biking in Torridon, Scotland is the land of outdoor adventure.

You can have your camembert, langres and morbier, friend.

The two fishermen who delivered the scallop shells walked right through the back kitchen door of the restaurant like they were barging into their own home, big and fishy-looking.

The Isle of Skye is not your average island getaway.

The average Scottish sheep weighs between 100 to 300 pounds, lives ten to twelve years, breeds seasonally and, somewhere inside its stupid, thick skull, thinks it’s an absolutely magnificent creature. This is because, in Scotland, it has no natural predators.

As we drove toward the Storr we could see the cliffs and the jagged rock pinnacles rising in the distance, partially obscured by clouds.

We drove north toward our next destination, the Isle of Skye.

Robert Burns once wrote: “Oh thou, my Muse!