Michael Scott Meinert

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MIchael Scott Meinert is a writer, educator, outdoor and world enthusiast

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    • There’s No Place Like Nome

      I landed in Nome in a light drizzle after spending two hours above the overcast following the Alaska Range from my window. Its loftiest peak, massive Denali (Mt. McKinley) topping out at 20,320 feet glowed brilliant white in the morning…

    • City of Fear

      Not quite ready for a day on the sand, I found my way to the Jardim Botanico located in an upscale Rio neighborhood of the…

    • A Jungle Ruin

      Incallajta was our final destination – a remote set of Incan ruins that Randy had visited with his family almost by accident a year before;…

    • The Aliens Did It

      Four hundred miles and nine hours by bus beyond Arequipa are the plains of Nazca – an immense, barren canvas for the famed Nazca Lines…

    • Walking To Chile

      By the time we reached Laguna Verde – a pea-green soup of a lake at the southernmost point of Bolivia, Emiri and I were ready to walk. The massive strato-cone of Cerro Lilicanbur loomed above the water, straddling the border…

    • Captain Jesus

      Captain Jesus cautioned us not to go swimming because “las pirañas comen la gente” (the piranas eat people) – as if our first instinct was…

    • My 35th Birthday

      As the Pacific Plate makes its inexorable journey to the east at the speed that fingernails grow, it meets South America and dives beneath it.…

    • How Was Your Morning?

      I imagine there are worse places to run out of gasin the frantic days just before Christmas.But the far left turning laneAt Kietzke and Plumb…