Violence, greed, corruption, and oppression of people seem unending, but I now have a robust and enduring faith in humanity.
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.
During the summers of 1949-50, my dad, Kenneth D. Baker and Forrest Davis hiked to the north fork of Spruce Creek to work the claim.
I have seen some striking changes to our Alaska landscape. You need not achieve “geezer” status in age to notice the glacier rapid retreat.
The motto of Alaska outdoor survival and rescue instructor Brian Horner is “Learn to Return,” and I fully embrace that philosophy.
My friend Mark Fraker and I had begun our hike from Cathedral Lakes Lodge in the Cascade mountains, about 235 miles east of Vancouver, B.C.
I know of a bear biologist who spent some 40 years tromping around Kodiak Island, often without a gun; who never had problems with bears.
