My secretary and I stand at the edge of a place not intended for life to occur. A swirling portal of cold malevolence lies beyond these endless ice cliffs and lattices of crevasse. Dark forces are at work here. Even the Earth itself has deemed this place unsuitable for continued existence.
Somewhere around Richardson Pass, the wheels of our car locked into a skid and we began to hydroplane across the mud. As we slowly drifted over to the wrong side of the road, I realised that we were going to die.Read more "Death Or Glory On Dempster Highway"
We sat alone on Thorofare Ridge as the savage tragedy of nature’s brutal indifference plays out below us. We are very small and the wilderness does not care if we live or die. We attempt in vain to calculate the impossible infinity in front of us while we eat our sandwiches.Read more "The Insatiable Greed Of The Drooling Lens Hole"
Eagle Plains, population 8. This is the place to be when they drop the bomb and the zombies crawl out of the ground. Everything necessary is here: generators, food, fuel, a helicopter, guns, ammo, fresh water and most importantly, a bar.Read more "A Long Night At The Last Hotel In The World"
The Alaskan sun stayed out all night drinking and is waiting for us behind the cabin door with irritable fists. Eyes pummelled by unrelenting morning. Further explorations in Denali National Park.Read more "Irradiated Meat On Mt Healy"