Skunked in the Pacific Northwest
It was cold, windy, and visibility was decreasing by the moment on the ridge leading to the summit of Washington’s Mount St. Helens. It was our fourth and final day of a trip to… Continue reading
It was cold, windy, and visibility was decreasing by the moment on the ridge leading to the summit of Washington’s Mount St. Helens. It was our fourth and final day of a trip to… Continue reading
Eight years ago, on a trip to Mount Hood, I was introduced to the staple of dirtbag sleeping arrangements known as the car bivy. For those of you who don’t travel in climbing… Continue reading
One of the greatest joys of taking a trip is the shooting of the packing photograph. Whether it’s the satisfaction an adventurer gets from organizing, documenting, and reveling in the tools of their craft,… Continue reading
Getting out of my car in the Rumney parking lot, I noticed Nick simultaneously exiting his vehicle parked in a spot adjacent to mine. “Hey Nick, how’s it going?” I asked before introducing him… Continue reading