Friday, December 21, 2012

Spelunking, Strawberry Mini-Wheats and Salsa Containers

After that whole Bozeman climbing icicles adventures, I met up with a friend in Vegas to rock climb at Red Rocks. I would say our stay was defined by brief sporadic bursts of luxury and then utter hobo shenanigans. 


Thursday, December 6, 2012

An Old Acquaintance, Drinking Games and Scratching up Icicles


I am crashing at a friend's house and sleeping on her dog's mattress. For the past 8 days it has been wake up, pack up, go climbing, get home, make bread, eat, sleep, repeat. 

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Hitching: Commies, Pizza Boxes and Kiwis



I have an extended winter break to play with this year, so I hitchhiked from Seattle to Bozeman, MT to do some ice climbing at Hyalite Canyon.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Fire Initiations, Pocahontas and Cats


Things are winding down around Coldfoot, Alaska. A few more pallet fires, guitar jams and hitchhikes before I head south to college in Hanover. Also it snowed last night. In August. I guess it's the Arctic. 

Tent Fever, Hobbits and Howling.


My boss dropped me off for a  couple-week backpacking trip, that got inadvertently extended because of weather issues. I didn't mind. He flew me onto his pioneered landing strip on the Canning River drainage in ANWR---about 200 miles into the refuge----and then promptly left.   

Monday, July 30, 2012

Slaughter House X, Pirogi and Killer Showers


I confess. I'm a cold-hearted butcher. I have slit the throats of 25 innocent chickens, bled them till their feet stopped quivering, scalded them with hot water, wrung them through a plucker and then threw them into an ice chest.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Reunions and Orwell

I'm mostly a solo-going person. Surprise, surprise, who would've guessed. Some call me antisocial, but that being said, I tell a lot of my friends to come visit me, and if I extend an invitation I really mean it.

Friday, July 27, 2012

The Arctic Luau

The evening dishwasher rethinking his career options. 
Coldfoot is like any other place, and that includes hanging out at the beach (in 40 degree weather) and having ourselves an Arctic-style luau----complete with rainbow grass skirts, coconut bras (specially imported from Hawaii by our very own Cory), and whiskey Mai Tai's. 

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Kevin, Oysters and Bear Shit


I've been flying around with my boss lately to the Noatak, Canning, Koyukuk...It never ceases to amaze me how he can land and take off on a strip that's maybe 200 feet long. 

Generation π: This Game Has No Name

Don't let them fool you... they are out for blood.
 Pictured above are the cannibalistic fowl that my boss kindly named the "Franken-Chickens". We are slaughtering them in 10 days. Yesterday they killed one of their own and devoured it: feathers, bones, beak and all. So watch out for blood-thirsty chickens. Otherwise, here's a glimpse of what life is like above the Arctic Circle.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Bush Pilots, Goslings and Anaphylaxis

I'm in Coldfoot, Alaska working for a Bush Plane company in the Brook's Mountain Range. It seems like I can't get away from spending my summers up north somewhere, so if I get to learn about flying and engines then all the better.

Solstice at around 2:30 am