Note: The following is a memorial I wrote for the American Alpine Journal in memory of John Evans, a climber, hero, mentor, and good friend. You can find the original in the AAJ here. “You should come have dinner with my brother, John. He’s done some climbing,” Rick Evans said in a meeting one day. […]

The 1924 Camp II was the last of the pre-World War II camps on Mount Everest I had yet to find and visit. After some legwork, Sid Pattison and I were able to locate it.

It’s Earth Day. A day we humans set aside to celebrate our little, blue ball as it hurtles through the heavens, a unique sphere orbiting an equally unique star of a unique solar system in an endless universe. This earth, this miniscule ball of water and stone, but a grain of sand in the immeasurable […]

Finding hope in the chaos of our current world.