Spilling Blood Under a Super Blood Wolf Moon
Spilling Blood Under a Super Blood Wolf MoonBryan, Ernie, Herb, and myself warming our bones. Photo by Rach.Super moon: When the moon is closest to the Earth in its orbit. The moon appears...
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What it TakesBecoming a World Champion Bryan cinched down the rubber straps on the bike rack on his Subaru. “Good to go,” he said. We piled into the car and set off towards Talkeetna. We would...
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RMK Recon“Two men enter, one man leaves”- Mad Max Beyond the Thunderdome. We might as well have been in the Thunderdome that day when we set out on RMKs. Strikingly similar, our predicament was...
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A Prelude to an Adventure....Arthur Mannix and I with 44 pound packs at the start.“Steve... I've never been able to "afford" the time to do a Wilderness Classic. This year, it's running from...
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Day One; Jack River to Caribou PassJack River valley. From the Denali Highway, the trail cut straight across the valley to the Jack River drainage. Cut-in by years of four wheelers use, the trail...
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Day 2: The TsusenaArt at "Woods camp" The anticipation of walking over the next mountain pass to discover a new valley is the stuff of Christmas morning. Although I had scouted this valley...
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Day 3: Tsusena Butte to lower DeadmanHigh point overlooking Tsusena Butte and lake. We awoke the next morning feeling a little stiff. I nixed my long standing policy of avoiding ibuprofen and...
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Day 4: Susitna River to Upper Fog CreekWhat a find! "You ready?" I asked. "Tally-Ho." He said, and with that we were off. At the start of our fourth day of 11 plus hours of continuous hiking...
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Day 5: Upper Fog Creek to Terrace Lake On this morning we afforded ourselves two cups of coffee! I broke down the tent and Artie tended to his feet. “Art, look there’s some hikers!” Suddenly the...
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Day 6: Terrace Lake to Upper George CreekArtie crossing John Creek with style, grace, and quiet confidence. In the morning we packed-up and took off down the barren ridge high above the Terrace...
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Day 7: Upper George Creek to the Oshetna RiverOshetna river valley. Behold a four wheeler trail! “Oh, I am climber from Manchester wayI get all me jolly’s the rock-climbing way.I am a slave on Monday...
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Day 8: Oshetna River to the Little Nelchina. The Little Oshetna valley This morning, like the rest of them, I awoke before Art. The sun was shining through the white fabric of the tent and beckoned...
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Day 9: Little Nelchina to Divide CreekArthur scratching his way out of the Little Nechina canyon “Hey look I’m a newborn caribou!” Art had just stepped out of the tent on the morning of our ninth...
View ArticleAWC Day 10 "Smelling the Barn"
Day 10: Caribou Creek to Sheep Mountain Lodge “Smelling the Barn” “Looks like you are off-course,” she said. I read the text message from my wife before I got out of the tent I had sent messages...
View ArticleDances with Tenderloin
Dances with TenderloinAnyone who’s a chef, who loves good food ultimately knows that all that matters is: ‘is it good? Does it give pleasure?’ -Anthony Bourdain “Is it ready?” I asked. Pete was...
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Eureka!“This is good, stop here.” Bryan came to a stop and in one swift motion I was out the door, rifle in hand stepping, looking. The low...
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Chasing Boston The benevolent tone of my phone’s alarm was no consolation at 4:45 AM. I was in downtown Sacramento and was about to join a mob. I gathered my things and quietly left. I was...
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The Dance“Hey hey, what’s this I see? I thought this was a party. Let’s Dance!”-Ren McCormack, “Footloose” It was only 40 minutes long and was strategically placed at the end of the school...
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Salmon LoveHarrison Bay The gift was an unusual one by anyone’s standards. Our setnet season was wrapping-up and several of our customers...
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Lucky “This could be bad ” I thought. All six tires of Dad’s wheeler were completely submerged in mud. I had broken the winch rope twice and now I couldn’t find the metal hook. This was the...
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