Weirdest thing seen on travels: A herd of gazelles stampeding in the dark that I could barely see but could hear quite clearly. I was convinced I'd be run over. Death by springbok.
LOUISVILLE, Kentucky – What's it like to be at the races? We got the play-by-play from a Southern gentleman who knows that it's not just about winning the bet but also wearing the right hat.
By the age of 8 I had my head in atlases, planning to be the female version of Richard Halliburton, going to remote islands no one had ever visited before.
In-flight relaxation regime: After completing an aggressive but charming attempt to make it out of coach, I hopefully lie back and enjoy the fruits of my labor.
ALASKA – You must never turn your back on a grizzly. Every time the bear looked at the ground, I edged downward on spongy tundra, never looking behind me for a foothold.