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The Hidden Downieville

June 27, 2017 Dirt Rag Contributor 0

Words by Kurt Gensheimer, photos by James Adamson  California is home to nearly 40 million people. With constant urban and suburban sprawl, it’s a state where change and “progress” is inevitable. But there is a

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VANLIFE: Sunragin’

June 23, 2017 Dirt Rag Contributor 0

Words and photos by Kurt Gensheimer At 11,542 feet above sea level, Hoosier Pass south of Breckenridge, Colorado, is not the ideal spot in which to be driving an unfamiliar RV, especially in the middle

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Access: The 42nd Parallel

June 22, 2017 Dirt Rag Contributor 0

Words by Anthony Duncan, photos by Jesse Cheers I’ve always been vaguely aware of bear protocol when out in the wild. I say “vaguely” because my bear knowledge has never really been tested … until

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Riding on the Dragon’s Back

June 12, 2017 Helena Kotala 7

There was a hint of skepticism on my guides’ faces as we stood in the parking lot and they looked all 5’3″ of me up and down, no doubt trying to decide if it was

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Dirt Rag issue 199 is here!

June 8, 2017 Dirt Rag Magazine 0

Welcome to our second annual Guest Editor issue. This time around we present none other than Joe Parkin, celebrated racer, writer, book author and former magazine editor. As an introduction to this special edition, he

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#VANLIFE: Glenn Vanzig

June 2, 2017 Dirt Rag Contributor 5

Words and photos by Watts Dixon I thought I was doing the right thing, approaching the cop. Being proactive. Humbly and apologetically explaining why my van was going to be in a one-hour-only parking spot

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Beer Me: The ManCan

May 24, 2017 Dirt Rag Contributor 0

Words and photo by Burt Hoovis  Keeping your favorite beverage close at hand for a day on the trail has always had its challenges. Luckily, the options are getting better and better. Recently, I had

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#VANLIFE: El Tigre Del Norte

May 19, 2017 Dirt Rag Contributor 2

Words and photos by Devon Balet It’s 4:20 a.m., a seemingly perfect time to depart Sedona, Arizona. Aiming northeast, I sleepily rub my eyes as I steer my home on wheels, aptly named El Tigre