Seeking refuge from the wind within the ice caves around the Byron Glacier, Alaska
5hrs up the wrong mountain. Time for a cuppa.
Early morning bliss
Sam enjoying a slow morning spent casting off the houseboat into the Hawkesbury River, Australia.
On a dream
Max walking the 55m highline 'On a Dream'. Blue Mountains, Australia.
Cosmo enjoying the fresh dump of powder just as much as we were.
Nothing Nothing like 200m of exposure to keep the mind sharp. We saw this highline setup while topping out on a multi-pitch in Pierces Pass. Keen to get a closer look, we hustled to get our stuff together and head over. We managed to catch Max (pictured) just as he was heading home, but happily jumped back on for a photo. So inspiring to watch him cruise back and forth.
In Australia, snow is a rare occurrence. In Alaska, snow is a defining feature of everyday life. Here's Coralie catching up on her missed hours of snow playtime on an afternoon hike near Anchorage.
Zen as fuck
Callum failing to succumb to the calm and meditative powers of slacklining.
Coralie taking in the ice sculptures. Byron Glacier, Alaska.
One step at a time.
Arthur walking through of the tangled madness on a 50m highline. Blue Mountains, Australia.
A young pademelon looks up at the weird two legged beast who won't stop following him.
As the sun fell.
A tripod selfie on a solo hike to Cradle Mountain. I got very lucky with a rare window of clear weather just as the sun started to set, making the sky explode with pink and orange. Cradle Mountain National Park, Tasmania, Australia.
A sunrise brew.
After getting up an offensive hour of the morning, I hiked up to the top of Cradle Mountain to watch the sunrise. Here I am making a fresh coffee to match the perfect weather. Captured with a tripod and timer. Cradle Mountain National Park, Tasmania, Australia.
That's a paddlin'
Amelia exploring of the shoreline near where we moored our houseboat. The Hawkesbury River, Australia.
This photo was taken around 5:30am, not long before we started the huge mission to climb Poledancer, which sits at the end of Cape Raoul. 14 hours later our party of 4 made it back to our cars in one piece, despite stuck ropes, breaking off hand holds and generally nonstop sketchiness. An experience I won't soon forget.
Headtorches come out in preperation for the final sketchy track from the base of Federation Peak to our basecamp at Bechervaise Plateau.
30 minutes of sunshine was a period of total joy for us sodden hikers. Within minutes we'd pulled out our soaked gear and had it drying off. It's the little things that can make a trip.
One Hike to Rule Them All
The hike to Federation Peak. It was honestly the most heinous experience I’ve ever had in the outdoors. It was wet. Cold. Steep. Slick. Mud. So so much mud. However, it was also some of the most amazing mountain landscape I’ve seen in Australia. With tales of a truly shithouse “track”, cold and wet weather systems lined up to submerge Tas for the entire week and the history of deaths and epics on the peak, we weren’t really surprised that we had a legitimately messed up time. Many many times we considered bailing. This adventure wasn’t glamorous. Maybe that just made it an adventure of a purer kind. Yeah. Let’s go with that. Pure adventure. Tassie style.
After weeks of rain we made a trip up into the Blue Mountains, exploring the swollen creeks and canyons. Australia.
They say Tasmania has some of the cleanest water in the world. Hayden topping up his bottle with some pure Tassie H2O from the creek adjoining Cutting Camp.
One of my favourite Grampians moments was watching a timid wallaby sipping up rainwater while farmers torched old crops in preparation for fallow.
After a full day climbing at Australia's greatest cliffline, Taipan Wall, Dave makes his way back down the poorly named 'Flat Rock'. Grampians National Park, Australia.
An early start to make the most of a brief window of dry weather to try and summit Federation Peak, Tasmania.
Wet and cold.
I'd been recommended Byron Glacier by a few people in Anchorage. Supposedly the access wasn't too bad. Well, turns out the access was terrible. Large dumps of snow the previous day made walking terribly slow without the assistance of snow shoes which we didn't have. Our solution was to pick our way through the slippery stream of glacier melt. Not ideal, but we managed to get close enough to see the edge of the glacier. Byron Glacier, Alaska.
With heavy rains forecast for the north coast we opted to explore the Buddawangs. With some luck we managed to find this cave to sleep in as the sun dropped below the horizon and the mist poured down over the cliffs above us. Morton National Park, Australia.