Ever been curious about multi-day dog sledding? I was. So off to Saskatchewan I went! Check it out here: With one mittened hand death-gripping the handle bar, I lift the metal hook that tethers me to the snow. And we’re off, chasing our instructor’s sled down the snowy embankment onto the frozen, oceanic expanse of Saskatchewan’s Churchill River. It’s a crisp February day in the 20s but who can focus on that? The team of four high-energy husky-mutts surges and pulls like a carnival ride.
Andy is just making his way up through Nepal’s Khumbu Valley on his way to Everest. He’ll be there for the next month guiding some of the film crew and making sure the solar keeps pumping out juice for Discovery’s live broadcast of Joby Ogwyn’s jump off Mt. Everest in a wing suit. The jump is one thing- but sounds like pulling off a live broadcast from the top of Everest will be just as remarkable in the filming world. Scheduled for May 11th. (Hopefully Chomolungma got the memo.) Fellow Teton-ites John Griber and Ben Jones are there too-taking cameras all the way to the top. (But walking back down.) You can follow the madness at http://everestjumplive.com
The Arctic is one of my favorite places on the planet- magical, surreal and vast. Here’s an article that came out in a past issue of Mountain Magazine about a trip to the National Petroleum Reserve-Alaska that I was on with a crew of scientists from the Wildlife Conservation Society. Thanks Patrick Endres for the beautiful photography. http://www.mountainonline.com/circling-ravens/
“I hear the bleating as our raft rounds a long lazy bend in the Utukok River. The distressed, desperate call comes from a baby caribou stranded on a small rock island midstream. Seated next to me is Joel Berger, a wildlife biologist. He estimates the calf is three days old. The cloudless sky is busy with ravens soaring in concentric circles. A sign of carrion. On the far bank we spot the white rump of a caribou cow racing through the tundra. And then another. Berger guesses a calf has been killed and a predator has separated the bleating calf from its mom. To distract the unseen predator, the cows spring up and down in the willows like Whack-A-Moles. I fight back a wild urge to save the calf, to smuggle it out on the raft. Finally, guided by instinct to survive, the calf quiets itself and curls up, camouflaged in the tawny cobbles. We float on…”
If you’re looking how to stay cozy while camping this winter, check out my outdoor gear reviews in Sierra’s latest issue for lots of goodies:
Ever dream of being a river ranger? Here’s a piece I did for the Jackson Hole Magazine on David Cernicek