
A COLLECTION OF HIKING STORIES FROM THE LAST few YEARS
Hiking In Washington State:
Making friends as an adult is incredible hard and like finding a life-partner, a solid adventure buddy is a needle in a hay stack. However, a few months ago I found one named Jess.
I wanted to go camping for a few days. I fancied myself hopping from one isolated alpine lake to another, blue waters to bluer, jumping in, drying off, jumping in again, drying off again.
Since arriving in Washington State, I had admired Koma Kulshan, Mt.Baker, from across the Sound. My dad and I spoke often about doing a guided climb with the American Alpine Institute.
On our way back to Seattle, after climbing Loowit, we made a quick detour to visit Tahoma.
We were alone for the first few miles of the trail, but as we broke out of the trees a conga line of headlamps belonging to those farther up the mountain was revealed.
A short and sweet collection of photos from a family day hike on Hurricane Ridge in Olympic National Park.
After our muffins and the first round of coffee, we took a nice morning stroll around the lake. The water was crystal clear and small trout gulped at the surface, unbothered by our presence.
the mATANUSKA GLACIER
A Day Hike In central alaska
We signed up for the advanced trek with Mica guides, a guiding company founded by the woman who I lived with in Haines, Alaska. She very kindly hooked us up with a day trip, a full day of glacier exploration: visiting crevasses, moulins, deep canyons, blue pools.
Our first steps on the glacier ice were aided by rope and crampons. One by one we climbed up a short incline to reunite with our guide who acted as our anchor on the short climb. This small gain in elevation brought us on top of the glacier. Now we stood on an expansive field of solid white ice.
After the two introductory moulins and blue pools, we began to make our way though ice corridors towards the largest blue pond of the day. Earlier in the summer this valley had been a lake. Using the photograph above will give you a point of reference, we were standing at the bottom of an old lake, the bottom of a bathtub.
The Gold Mint Trail & The Mint Hut
Sometimes mornings are the hardest part of camping: prying yourself away from the cocooned warmth of your sleeping bag, putting on cold clothes, trying to make coffee as quickly as possible, digging your morning cat hole. Morning time in the Mint Hut was warm, dry, and peaceful.
From the Mint hut we started up a trail, a well defined thin dirt line carving through bright green mountain grass. This was the way to the first of two lakes. Despite some serious digging I haven’t been able to figure out if this first lake has a name, so I will continue to call it the first lake.
It never gets old to take those final few steps, up and over an incline, that reveal an epic view. This was the second lake sitting at the base of the Mint Glacier, a snake of ice carving its way down the side of a moody looking rock peak.
As we stood by the lake at the base of the Mint Glacier, quiet rain drops began to fall, so discretly they were only noticeable on the surface of the lake. It was no great surprise, all morning the scent of pending rain lingered in the air, fresh and chilly.
The Soča River Hike
The Old man Of Storr
Isle Of Skye, Scotland

day hikes in
Lofoten, Norway
the Fitz Roy
EL chALTÈN, aRGENTINA
a day hike to remember
Hiking In Perú
Climbing COTOPAXI
5897 Meters / 19,347 Feet
Hiking In Ecuador
Back in Chimborazo's National Park, while waiting for the bus to take us back to Riobamba, the two other people also waiting for the bus had mentioned Cajas National Park.
Northwest of the city lies Chimborazo, the highest volcano in Ecuador and to the Northeast, El Altar with many multi-colored lakes surrounding it.
The Quilotoa Loop: A three day trek through the Ecuadorian Andes and country side, hiking from hostel to hostel along a loosely defined route that concludes at the Quilotoa Laguna, an insane crater lake.
This hike was no joke. Once at the base of Ruku Pichiucha, we hiked around the jagged rock top towards the back of the ridge where a path leads to the top.
I, on the other hand, tossed and turned for most of the night, caught in a classic camping dilemma: to breath fresh air or to be eaten alive by mosquitoes.