Archive for December, 2008
I’ve been working so hard lately, that I haven’t had the energy to write in the evenings, so I’m posting this piece that a friend, Cameron, wrote about his recent adventure to the Marquesas to rescue his sister’s 25ft Falmouth Cutter that had been sitting in Taioahae Bay for the… Read the rest
We’re stoked to bring the podcast version of “Decent Into Madness,” authored by Kyle Dickman and which first appeared in Volume 3, issue 2 of Wend… Read the rest. Thanks to NRS for sponsoring this podcast of Kyle’s harrowing adventure in Papua New Guinea, where he and team did the first descent
While the helmet-cam will not make you sexy, it still manages to make you popular.
I raced on Sunday in the Women’s B field at the Portland US Grand Prix of Cyclocross (with a minor concussion – if you missed the full story, you can read it here).
The ladies… Read the rest
The tree comes for me. I see it as I climb the horseshoe hill in a small gear, but I still think the inside line looks better. Taking the inside line on the first hairpin turn leaves me set up to take the outside line for the second, where the… Read the rest
Bright greens whiz through my peripherals as I slice through the balmy air after pulling away from the corner store. My right hand grips the throttle while my left rests against the other handlegrip, simultaneously clutching a heart-shaped, chocolate-dipped ice cream on a stick. Its heart shape thrills me beyond… Read the rest
I can see the dog’s teeth.
What strikes me is not that the teeth have the potential to puncture skin, but that I can actually see them.
It is pitch black, the cold winter trees of Forest Park blocking out the moonlight. Moments earlier I’d been alone and flying. Descending… Read the rest
Pledging that the only way he could return to the UK on foot, in 1998 Karl Bushby set off on the Goliath Expedition to walk around the world. In the current issue of Wend… Read the rest, Karl writes a compelling piece on his crossing of the Bering Strait. I was lucky
Where: Grassy Key
Wender: Elizabeth Buelow
Grassy Key. In the morning, the sky is as blue as the water, creating a seamless meeting of earth and sky. The clouds are the only contrasting factor, and today they are white and billowy, with a small storm brewing on the horizon ““… Read the rest
“Back to cold showers and warm beer?” a friend in the yard asked as I crawled up the ladder to Swell draped in bags containing a month’s worth of accumulated stuff.”Yep.”
I replied with a curious cheer, dropping the load as I reached the opening to the port deck.In the… Read the rest
