Our world of ice is beautiful. I can remember as a child in Seward staring at the colorful prism created by sunlight striking ice sickles.
It’s a strange world. One minute I’m reading a caribou-hunting account and the next I’m learning intelligent toilets at CES 2019 in Las Vegas.
Deeper down, farther away, It didn’t haunt us day by day; At our door Mr. Seismic knocks, With a new display of aftershocks.
Violence, greed, corruption, and oppression of people seem unending, but I now have a robust and enduring faith in humanity.
We picked up the pieces, talked with neighbors and friends, shook hands with a stranger named “normalcy,” and let calm blanket us
I’ve known Lee Jordan for many years and was deeply saddened to hear of his passing. Over the years he was my editor, mentor, colleague, and friend.
What follows are female mountaineers, primarily Alaskans, who have and are continuing to make extraordinary achievements in the mountains.
I’ve always loved the quietness of Hope, which I can guess is the exact opposite of what it was like back in the early 1900s
I later re-named it Mount Kennybaker, but my formal application did not receive enough Seward support to be approved by the State of Alaska.
I’m slowly hiking the trail up to Curry Ridge in the Alaska Range with my friend Carl Portman. Behind us is a palpable presence.
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