Category: NOLS

November 19, 2017 / / East Africa

“That’s not rain, it is Chuck Norris pee!” KG yells across the maelstrom to the neighboring tent.  There is no pitter patter of rain, just a constant white noise, rhythmically…

October 25, 2017 / / East Africa
October 23, 2017 / / NOLS

I sit there, entitled to my crammed seat, or one would suspect, given my non-deference to the elderly, the mothers, the workers.  It doesn’t feel good, it doesn’t feel right. …

December 11, 2016 / / Horses

Zero five-hundred comes early. Burgers, beers, friends, and whiskey quickly turn twenty-three hundred into zero two-hundred pretty quickly as well. I guess that is why I drank coffee. Or maybe…

August 25, 2016 / / Horses
August 5, 2016 / / Alpine Notes

24 July 2017–The waning gibbous moon provides ample early morning light as our crampons crunch on less than hard snow. Despite the ample ambient lighting, all around me headlamps bob…

October 31, 2015 / / New Zealand
September 28, 2015 / / Alpine Notes

They are the best of times, they are the worst of times, they are places of wisdom, they are places of foolishness, they are places of belief, they are places…

September 11, 2015 / / NOLS

The following is an essay that I wrote shortly after returning from my first NOLS course as an instructor.  I am posting it here, today in remembrance of the events…

June 5, 2015 / / Gear

(Editors Note:  In the summer of 2013, I worked a course with Adam Swisher and Peter Nichols.  For some reason we became infatuated with our trash bags, its uses and…

May 18, 2015 / / India

The plane touched down sometime around ten pm.  Next to me, Brenna leaned forward and peered out the small window at the light subdued darkness.  We had spent the last…

May 18, 2015 / / India

The day started much like the previous ones in India, with us cooking on a porch and rain falling from the sky.  This morning we were in Khati, a small…

May 18, 2015 / / Alpine Notes

Cassiopeia and Ursa Major make their slow, daily rotation around the hulking 6,611 meter shoulder of the Nanda Devi satellite peak, Nanda Khat (the bed of Nanda Devi).  The squeak…

May 18, 2015 / / Alpine Notes

All I want to do is lie back down, curl up and rest.  Sleep won’t come, but the lethargy is winning its battle. “I accidentally put your drom in upside…

May 18, 2015 / / Alpine Notes

Above me white puffs of cloud swirl in and out of blue skies.  They coalesce out of nothingness, dance and paint the blue sky canvas with strokes that I want…