In June, I bicycled the Dalton Highway (aka Haul Road) from Prudhoe Bay to Fairbanks. It was everything I expected - hot, dusty, buggy and endless mountains with 12 percent grades. In other words, it was an experience, not a vacation.
Another climber once asked me if I knew the definition of mountaineering. There are a lot of possible answers to a question like that, but nothing came to mind.
"What is it?" I asked. "Moving slowly uphill while not feeling very well," he replied.
This would be a good time to think about how many salmon we need for our personal use.
When I first learned how to catch salmon, I gave little thought to how many I needed. Cursed by Norwegian genes, my main concern was being on the water, fishing.
Thu, 07/18/2013 - 2:58pm
NEW YORK - Pulling on the track jacket when the newscaster on the radio just said it was 7 a.m. and already 83 degrees felt a little weird. Maybe even crazy.
I did it anyway.