Tag: NOLS

December 13, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

How can something so beautiful be so, so… unforgiving, or maybe unwelcoming? The mountains of New Zealand are cruel mistresses. They tempt me with their beauty, accessibility and challenge. I…

December 7, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

“Why do we have to go so early? Will it be a long day?” Hannah asks. “That is a good question” I think to myself. “Well there are a couple…

December 2, 2013 / / Alpine Notes
November 6, 2013 / / New Zealand
November 2, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

Twenty-four hours ago we waded, almost thoughtlessly, across the calf deep McCoy Stream, climbed the stony embankment and walked to the small hut on the north side of the creek.…

October 8, 2013 / / Alpine Notes

October 1st 2013 1100 — “Man, sometimes the group decision making process drives me insane”  Sean utters as he crawls into the vestibule.  One hand holds the tent door fabric…

September 5, 2013 / / Livin the dream

The square, white boxes stand out garishly against the lush, verdant hillside and are the first thing I notice as we drive past the property and towards the bridge that…

July 17, 2013 / / NOLS
June 15, 2013 / / NOLS

The rain woke me up, its heavy consistent patter on my tent fly.  Camped as I was in a small sandy alcove somewhere between the base of Wyoming’s Lankin Dome…

December 15, 2012 / / Alpine Notes

Porters Ski Field Winter 2012 — “Shiddaduduh” Hayden Gemmell points out to a skier as they are getting on the tow line.  The skier turns around and gives Hayden a…

December 12, 2012 / / Alpine Notes

25-27 November 2012 — Blue sky is somewhere above.  Christian sits in “my” vestibule and pumps the Whisperlite.  The smell of white gas permeates the tent.  Then comes the soft…

November 1, 2012 / / New Zealand

19 September 2012 — Patience mattered today.  Patience actually matters everyday, but it came to the forefront of my mind today.  Leon needed it from me.  Others did as well.…

October 31, 2012 / / Alpine Notes

The nighttime silence of the Cameron River valley seeps in through the yellow fabric of our tent.  The pale green glow of the light on the Timex watch I wear…

October 10, 2012 / / Alpine Notes

0300 Hours October 3, 2012. “Red tent, close your vestibule” I yell over the howling outside of my tent. The weather forecast the day before had called for 100+ kilometers/hour…

September 13, 2012 / / Livin the dream

The brewpub could easily have been in Boulder, Seattle, or Squamish.  The food, beer and atmosphere were the same. High wooden rafters and exposed duct work presided over a broad,…