Confusion consumed my mind, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling of dis-ease as we sat on our sleds on the icefield. We’d been trudging through the snow for 27 days, making our slow progress across North America’s biggest glaciers—and the biggest non-polar ice cap in the world. What had begun as a harrowing ascent up razor-sharp ice-fins 130 miles before on the Kaskawulsh glacier, had become my weird, beautiful and surreal home in the Yukon for the last month. Life on the icefield had been nothing short of spectacular. Though exhausting and hard, it was a world that fueled body and soul. Was I really ready to leave? I knew Jon wasn’t. Continue reading ALCAN TO OCEAN ICECAP EXPEDITION: Homeward bound
The 3:30am night air bit into our exposed skin as we dismantled camp and prepared for the long ascent of a 15 mile day. Lynne would be dropped off at 5,500 feet, where the snow was more stable. Just the day before, Jim had punched through a very well-hidden crevasse while we traveled unroped, incredibly lucky it hadn’t been wider. To avoid the hazards of that section, and to meet Lynne before nightfall, we caught a few hours sleep before waking up for the big push. Continue reading Alcan to Ocean Icecap Expedition: Alone on the Kaskawulsh
An 80lb pack sat upright in the dirt at my feet, skis sticking up at awkward angles. Ski boots jutted out the side and two ski poles propped up the load, tips jammed into the hard ground. Gargantuan mosquitos buzzed hungrily around my ears as I tried in vain to swat them back. “I can’t believe I Continue reading Alcan to Ocean: A Step at a Time, Day One
Notice the name change? We’ve reversed directions! We’re now officially traveling from the Kluane National Park in the Yukon (starting point: Alcan hwy), up the Kaskawulsh glacier and across the Hubbard, Seward and Columbus glacier into Alaska. We’ll continue on the Bagley Icefield, and then hang a left and try and make it as far Continue reading Alcan to Ocean Icecap Expedition: Gear selection for a glacial ski-traverse
By the time you read this, I’ll be slogging through up to 45 days of snow and glacier filled wilderness fun, towing a 100lb sled whilst on skis. Oh my… the next journey is upon me, and it’s a big one.
It’s time to present….
OCEAN TO ALCAN: A glacial ski-traverse!
This one has been in the works since November, 2015, and the reason why I decided to come back to the United States after the last big motorcycle journey across Oz.
It all started over drinks at The Yard bar here in my Greenwood neighborhood of Seattle. Friends came together at my second not-so-annual “Hi and Bye Party” during a visit home. One thing led to another and suddenly two friends and I were planning a 250+ mile ski-traverse across the remote glaciated mountain reaches of Alaska and the Yukon.
Is now a good time to mention I don’t really know how to ski?!
*Cover photo by Manrico Scremin