“I took his calls for a while, but then, like everyone else, started ignoring him. Even as his alcoholism grew worse, no one did what my mom kept threatening to do: stage an intervention. We were all too hopeful, maybe. Too stupid, probably. Uneducated about the disease, definitely.”
One outdoor enthusiast questions the role alcohol plays in outdoor sports and in her own life, with all its risk-taking and adrenaline highs.
Long-term illegal campers are leaving behind piles of trash in some of Colorado’s most scenic public lands. Locals have formed multiple advocacy and watchdog groups to deal with the waste and patrol effected areas, but it takes a multi-agency approach to mitigate the effects of chronic homelessness.
I knew Matt wanted to hike up the glacier, to feel the cold creep into his boots and to peer into the frightening ice chasms. And I knew he wanted to go there with me. The St. Elias Range looms beyond Kennicott, swathed in enormous sheets of ice and towering over the clouds and the birds and most bush planes at eighteen thousand feet high. It’s big enough to create its own weather, and mountaineers have come back from three-week trips with stories of white-outs and avalanches when it’s still summer in McCarthy. One day, as Matt and I stood at the bar smashing blood-bloated mosquitoes onto our forearms, I asked him on a date.