If the Greeks ever sculpted statues of athletic women, Lynne would have been their muse. She meticulously applied sunblock to her alabaster skin, standing sleek and strong in the snow. She looked built for this, her finely chiseled but feminine arms enviable and each movement made with grace and purpose.
I peed my pants that morning. If it hadn’t been so funny, it would have been pretty embarrassing. Continue reading Alcan to Ocean Expedition: Onward ho, cheesemongers! Pee, cheese, and Greek muses
I’d spent the night alone on the Kaskawulsh glacier with a torrent of avalanches on the nearest mountain for company, thousands of pounds of ice crashing down its flank, not daring to venture beyond my safe zone- the circle around camp I’d probed for crevasses. “Bad news”, Jon called, he and Lynne emerging from the white wilderness. I gave Lynne a big hug between mouthfuls of pasta, a bowl in one hand, the tight pang in my chest dissipating. I’d spent hours pacing the soft snow, waiting for Jon and Jim to come back with Lynne, who’d been dropped off further up the glacier in a safer landing zone, free from the massive crevasses that pocked the area.
Continue reading Alcan to Ocean Icecap Expedition: A teammate lost, a teammate gained
This week marks one year since the start of the icecap expedition that took two friends and me on a journey across the biggest non-polar ice cap in the world. And it’s been too many months since my last installment of the story. Now, as I start a new motorcycle journey from Australia to Southeast Asia, I’m disappointed I didn’t finish it sooner. But a part of me was scared to, scared to hurt someone I’d once considered a good friend, and nervous to rehash some of those feelings, despite this journey having been one of the most incredible experiences of my life. But I’ve spent the last five weeks trekking around New Zealand’s South Island, marveling at the views that so often reminded me of those first few days making our way to the toe of the glacier, snow-capped mountains looming in the distance and icefalls peeking out, and I realized this was a story I had to complete before the emotions and memories were changed with the passing of time.
For better or for worse
The sounds of nearby avalanches rolled through the icefield well into the evening. Alone on the Kaskawulsh glacier, the tent felt palatial, the solitude divine. I’d bird bathed the sweat away, standing on my mat in the snow, the sun’s hot rays beating down on my naked skin- the first time I’d had any privacy in a week- as I used handfuls of snow to scrub my body clean. Continue reading Alcan to Ocean Icecap Expedition: For better or for worse
In a rural part of Tanzania, Claire Elsdon shares that 700,000 people rely on only ONE regular ambulance. In a country where around 24 women die every day due to pregnancy and childbirth complications, how can this be? Continue reading Life Saving Motorcycle Ambulances in Tanzania, and YOU