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Ewa sank in the wet afternoon snow, through an ice trapdoor hiding a crevasse below, and stabbed her calf with a freshly sharpened crampon as I kept tension on the rope. Tears fell from her face as she struggled to get out of the hole. These few weeks had been long, with many firsts: first expedition, first time above 5,000m, and the first time we had both summited an unclimbed mountain. She clawed her way back to the surface and I saw the tears glisten on her cheek. I took a second to unde

I’m addicted to cycling in the high mountains. There is this special feeling, when, after a hard day of exhausting ascent, I finally put my head to the pillow, my joints crack as I adjust position – a warm meal is in my stomach, dry lips say goodnight to my girlfriend – lying next to me in her sleeping bag – and I finally allow myself to relax and just let go. Even through closed eyes, I can still see the rocky trail ahead of me, as the front tyre jumps from side to side, trying to keep me up

As summer drew to an end, Kim and I hastily readied ourselves for an Autumn trip. We’d been toying with a few ideas, but the Wrangells were calling and a long bike/raft traverse in the mountains was what we desired. We loaded our truck with bikes, rafts, camping gear and food and began the long drive east from our south central Alaska home. The Wrangells are a range of massive, heavily glaciated, volcanoes in eastern, interior Alaska. They are both where I was raised and where I lived as a y