When driving to Rogers Pass, I’ve always been tempted by Swiss Peak’s north face. Incredible looking line, and the highway points straight toward it for just a bit, long enough to grab your attention but never enough to drink it all in. Continue reading Swiss North →

Mt Harrison. How I’ve longed and fought for this beast. So begins an epic fantasy tale of failure, elation, perseverance and hardheadedness. Oh, and melted steel, as any good dragon story. Continue reading Third Time’s The Charm →

I’ve been feeling slow lately. Because of working day shift, every day of the weekend is super valuable, the only days I can actually get into the mountains. Then because of the high value, I feel I need to try to go and get something big done. Then in mediocre weather, I drive and sled a bunch, maybe skin part of the way and have to turn back at the bootpack, putting a whole days work into a few hundred meters of easy skinning and slowly draining fitness. Continue reading Spring Speed Stoke →