FindMeSpot Locator Alert! Apparently we're still alive. A satellite ping drops us at Grand Junction Airport, Colorado, 0.16 miles from the nearest point of interest and not an inch from where we were last time.
FindMeSpot Locator Alert! Apparently we're still alive. The latest tracker ping lands us at the Salt Lake City Airport in Utah, about a third of a mile off and barely budged since the last check-in.
I Need YOU to Vote Every Denali expedition needs a team name, so cast your vote: Team Snow Bawls or Yellow Snow Brigade. (Update: polls closed. Big Test Icicles is headed for Foraker in May.)
Expedition Team Name Every Denali trip needs a team name, even a solo one (mine would just be "Me"). A 5th grade class whittled 500 suggestions down to a final few, from Cold Fusion to the Yellow Snow Brigade. Vote, or pitch your own.
H Ah, eh, oh, uh. Four little syllables, four different meanings. This is the sort of thing that occurs to me when my body insists on waking before I'd like it to.
Alaska III It's a go: May 8th we leave for Alaska and Mt. Foraker, the path less chosen. Only nine people attempted it last year, so we may have the whole mountain to ourselves. Now I just need a lighter sleeping bag, a better antenna, and a 500-page book.
Ouray A new 70m Mammut rope, a screaming deal on used Scarpa boots for Aimee, and the discovery that Ouray, Colorado was Ayn Rand's inspiration for Galt's Gulch. Dumb luck has been good to me lately.
Your Rights vs My Rights New York may be inching toward a public smoking ban, and one smoker insists we should have the freedom to light up. Sure, in a desert or a forest. But the moment your habit harms the people around you, that freedom ends. Go smoke; just not near the rest of us.
Juxtaposition The point is, I don't know how to smile and I never did, but at least now I know it. Yes, that's my happy face.