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!
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
“Dig the side of your boot in! Dig it in!” Jon shouted, his arm extended toward me over the mound of dirt and rock separating us, the steep hill sloping sharply downward. “I am!” I shouted back. “I’m sliding!” I shrieked Continue reading Alcan to Ocean Icecap Expedition: Night on the Kaskawulsh
The training begins! With only 3.5 months to go, it’s now or never. Hundreds of details to sort, gear to buy as thriftily and frugally as I can (more on that at a later time!), and some intensive training if I’m to be prepared for this expedition come May, 2016.
100 days to take-off…
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