Hearing the Dead at Eighteen-Five

The summit of Mt. Kilimanjaro from Barafu Camp, Tanzania, Africa

4 years ago, I spent half of my February on Kilimanjaro.  My friend Meredith was just there, on the same route that I took, so I’ve been thinking about Kili a lot lately.  I’ll write a trip report someday soon – some of the best experiences I’ve ever had were there – but right now I want to write about one thing in particular.

Around 3am on February 18, at about 18,500 feet, freezing, and exhausted from 4 days without sleep, I had one of the most meaningful experiences of my life. Continue reading Hearing the Dead at Eighteen-Five

Above Treeline in Winter

A cairn covered in rime ice on Mt. Moosilauke, New Hampshire

What’s not to love about being above treeline in winter in the White Mountains?  Well… I suppose quite a bit, but here are some of the good things about it. Continue reading Above Treeline in Winter

When Gear Becomes a Part of the Team

Sitting on the couch with my favorite gear

Is it me, or over the years, do some pieces of gear move out of the realm of go-to/favorite and become something more like a friend?  They become a Part Of The Team – or a POTT. Continue reading When Gear Becomes a Part of the Team