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You don’t “drive” a dogsled. You simply hold on tight and try to not fall off. My team of Alaskan huskies only have one speed—forward, and as a dabbling amateur musher, I only have one function—to slow us down. I jump on the rubber drag pad whenever we rocket down steep slopes, or those moments…

Alaska in Winter

In case you didn’t notice, I’ve been on vacation. Last year offered some incredible adventures, but I am glad for this time at home to recharge my batteries and prepare for upcoming travel thrills.  Nevertheless, it’s hard for me to sit still for too long, and so I embarked on a little vacation journey to…

‘Tis the season of snowy nights and short days, log fires and sleigh rides. It’s also the season of ice storms and slush piles and seasonal affective disorder—in other words, the perfect time to escape to somewhere else. This year, National Geographic celebrated all Four Seasons of Travel with our book by the same name.…

Sixty-six below zero. That’s the coldest temperature ever recorded in Yellowstone: -66ºF at Madison, near the park’s west entrance at West Yellowstone, Montana. How cold is that? Cold enough to break the thermometer that made the measurement back in 1933. It was fitting then, that we should stop at this momentous site for a break…

Like people or the movies, snow can be good—or it can be bad.

Bad snow is deceiving: hard and crusty on top yet soft and air-pocked underneath. Bad snow doesn’t hold up under pressure—it breaks apart and shifts and slides. Bad snow causes avalanches.

Snø

There’s nothing quite like a snowstorm in June, which is what I encountered as  I hiked to the top of  Blåfjell (“blue mountain”) high above Geirgangerfjord in western Norway. Though my phone kept reminding me that it was indeed summer, but the snow and wind and near white-out conditions made me think I was wending…

Skiing With Nancy

“Press on your right foot when you wanna go left . . . and press on your left foot when you wanna go right.” Such are the basics of skiing as taught to me by Olympic gold medalist Nancy Greene, though she gives proper credit where it’s due. “A six-year-old taught me that principle,” she…

Powder Pilgrims

Matt tries to kill me before I’ve even digested my breakfast. Our first run of the day is a pole-gripping black diamond that drops through the trees and into a channel of menacing moguls. I clench a smile and skid my way downhill, tumbling once or twice but still making it alive. “You’ve got good…

Corduroy

The fate of snow lies in front of me. Feathery flakes blow all around us, but where they fall makes all the difference. The snow on my right will one day melt and flow downward, into creeks, streams, rivers, and eventually the Atlantic Ocean. The drops on the left will one day pour into the…