The print-only quarterly's inaugural issue required some creativity: a message from Trails' editor and founder picked my brain about shooting zippered pants designed for vulva-owners to pee outside without baring skin to the elements or other recreationists.

Oh, ideas were flowing. Not shown below: wild looks from passerby on the mossy, fern-lined PNW trail where I asked talent to drop trow (with shorts hiding just out of frame of course) on a wet December morning. The new magazine is a daring proclamation that print just might not be dead; there are plenty of people who value sleeping in the dirt—and reading about such adventures in a high quality book infused with bold creativity from its contributors.