Adventure Science!

I am very excited to be working with Adventure Scientists to continue providing samples for their ongoing global microplastics project to create a database of microplastics proliferation throughout the world’s marine and freshwater environments. During my time in Scandinavia next summer, I hope to sample freshwater sites along the Nordkalottleden to send back to the U.S. for analysis.


When I sampled marine water during the 2015 Iceland Run (which you can read about on the ASC site), 4 of the 5 samples I submitted contained between 4 and 10 individual pieces of plastic each — even in the seemingly pristine waters of the southern Arctic Ocean!

By sampling fresh water in Norway, Sweden, and Finland in 2017, I will add to a growing microplastics database and help scientists determine whether the backcountry of Scandinavia will also indicate the rapid increase of microplastics in the environments around the world.



The Sterling Skyrunners competed at the Wolf Hollow Half Marathon and 5k this past Sunday — with Sterling runners placing 2nd, 8th, 11th, and others finishing in the top 20 and placing in their age groups. I ran a solid but relatively conservative race myself — taking more pride in seeing so many of my students push themselves up to and even beyond what they thought were their limits that day.

I am honored and humbled to be in a place where I can not only direct the program and coach the team but also spend my time training alongside some very gifted student-athletes.

When people ask me why I take on projects like Climate Run: Iceland last year or running the Arctic Trail next summer — and how I keep going through all the training and all the miles — these students are my greatest inspiration. I hope that I’m able to give them a little in return.




local steps & global reach

I was honored to give talks about Climate Run: Iceland at both Sterling College and at the Whitney Center in Jackson, NH over the past month — with great conversations and new ideas at every turn!


While continuing to talk about Iceland and my upcoming 2017 Arctic Trail Run in Scandinavia, I’ve been ramping up the running with Sterling’s Trail, Mountain, Ultra Running Team. This coming weekend, 14 of us are headed to the Wolf Hollow 5k and half marathon in southern New Hampshire, and in two weeks, we will travel to Massachusetts to compete in the TARC Winter Fells 32 mile ultra run.

It’s super exciting to work with so many talented and passionate young runners — to help them reach their training or racing goals, sharing new experiences, and often, just trying to keep up!  Sterling is a small enough college that I see many of our student-athletes on the trails as well as in class and elsewhere on campus, and I love how often a conversation about running will be relevant in an environmental philosophy class — and vice versa.

Trying to keep pace with a team of 19 to 29-year-old runners totally inspires me to get stronger — and it’s great to feel myself moving forward in training while keeping both the near-term local goals as well as next summer’s 500-mile objective in sight.


CR 2017: Arctic Trail — Stickers!!!

Who doesn’t love stickers?🙂


You can get some cool, bright, all-weather stickers *and* support the 2017 Climate Run: Arctic Trail at the same time!

I’ll send you one for only $3 — Just click here. 

If you want more than one (they make great holiday gifts!), then just add $1 — or more🙂 Any donation is greatly appreciated and goes directly into funding Climate Run.



Announcing — Climate Run 2017: Arctic Trail

At long last, I’m very excited to share my next Climate Run adventure for August 2017 — Climate Run: Arctic Trail.

The Arctic Trail, known as Nordkalottruta (in Swedish), Nordkalottleden (in Norwegian), and Kalottireitti (in Finnish) is an 800 km trail that runs roughly north-south along the Swedish-Norwegian border and across northernmost Finland, crossing international borders more than 20 times in the process.

It is a very different adventure than my 2015 Trans-Icelandic run — the Nordkalottruta is in many places more isolated, with longer stretches between possible resupply, and, well, a whole lot longer!

The trail lies entirely within Sápmi, a vast area of northern Scandinavia and Russia that is both the cultural and geographic home to the Sámi people, who, like many northern cultures, have been among the first to feel the dramatic impacts of climate change firsthand.

The length means a much more significant commitment — to carrying necessary equipment to spend nights in the open, to training in order to sustain effort over 12 days of continuous running, and to learning and sharing the stories cultures and landscapes impacted by climate change over a broad swath of northern Europe. This will no doubt push my limits well beyond what I’ve done before.

I’m excited about every part of this project, and I invite you to follow along as I prepare for the Climate Run: Arctic Trail over the next 10 months.


Telling stories

Last Tuesday, I gave a presentation about Climate Run: Iceland at Sterling College. In many ways it seems like a long time since I finished my trans-Icelandic run in June 2015 — but sharing the story of my passion for running, training, and sharing ideas about embracing vulnerability as a way to build climate resilience — all of this helps me to stay connected with the experience and with all the people who I have talked with over the last year. And it gets me up at 4:00 am nearly every day to keep training for what comes next.


One student asked me what kept me going despite some of the challenges I faced along the 150-mile run. I thought for a minute and then explained that I was never in it by myself — I had family, friends, and many people I’d never even met supporting me, following my progress, and wanting to share in my adventure. Even when I was 20 miles from the next nearest person in the middle of northern Icelandic tundra, I never felt completely alone.

I’m excited to have the chance to share my story on November 4th at 7:00 pm at the Whitney Community Center in Jackson, NH.

I hope you can join me for an evening of stories, pictures, and conversation about how we can build communities of resilience in the face of climate change.






I completed my first ultra-distance trail run (or rather, speed hike) in August 1989. I started at 4:00 am at Carter Notch Hut, the eastern-most of the Appalachian Mountain Club’s system of mountain huts in northern New Hampshire, and started to run westward toward the Presidential Range, Zealand Valley, Franconia Range, and finally, Lonesome Lake Hut near the range’s western end.

I remember watching the late sunset from the summit of Mount Lafayette, only 6 miles from my 52-mile goal, exhausted, but knowing that I would probably make my goal. When I reached a cold and windy Lonesome Lake Hut about 21 hours after I started, it was the single longest hike I’d done by at least 30 miles.

I was 18 years old.
In Leadville, Colorado only 6 years before, Ken Chlouber and Merilee Maupin had the creative idea to refocus some of the town’s energy into a traverse of some of the beautiful mountain trails on and around the foothills of the State’s highest summits.

I can still remember seeing some TV coverage of one of the Leadville 100’s early editions as a young teenager, and something about that — about running through the day, into the night, and into the next day — about running seemingly forever — found its way deep into my blood and remained there, fueling my adventures for years to follow.

I entered the Leadville 100 lottery for the first time in December 2014, thinking that I could complete the race a month after returning from my run across Iceland in 2015. That turned out to be a bit presumptuous…

After a year’s deferral,  I entered the 2016 race and toed the line with more than 700 other runners just before 4:00 am on August 20th, silent, solemn, and nervous, listening to the final refrain of the National Anthem before we set off, westward into the darkness.

I was 45 years old.



The starting line


“How was it?” People ask.

Well, what is it like to realize a dream?

There were some difficult parts of the race, for sure — climbing 12,600 ft Hope Pass *twice* –leaving the relative comfort of the Twin Lakes aid station at 8:00 pm to climb the shoulder of Mt. Elbert — pushing through the night from midnight to 4:00 am on Sunday over another 11,000 ft pass — following my brother, Michal, who paced me for the final half-marathon stretch to keep a relentlessly consistent pace — all of these were harder than nearly anything I’d done in long-distance running before.

As the runners thinned out after I crossed Hope Pass for the second time at 55 miles, I felt like a different race had started. First, I’d never covered more than 55 miles in one day (on day three of my 2015 Iceland traverse), and second, I was more alone on the trail and I began to find a rhythm that I felt might actually lead me to the finish line.

I stopped in Twin Lakes for about 10 minutes for a change of shoes and socks and some chicken broth and ramen for supper before heading back up into the woods for the final 40 miles, most of which would be in the dark. Jen, who paced me in for the last 100 yards to Twin Lakes, was surprised I didn’t stay longer, but I knew that the longer I stopped, the less excited I would be to get going again, and the harder it would be to find my rhythm again.



Twin Lakes looking southwest



The hours between 8:00 pm and 12:00 am are a little blurred — I remember the miles, the steep single track, the dirt roads, the poplar leaves in the light of my headlamp, and a few miles on grazing land in the moonlit valley below Mount Massive. I remember mostly the rhythm, the feel of feet against the ground with each step, the dropping temperature.

12:00 am to 4:00 am exist in a little sharper relief, maybe because this 10-mile stretch included a climb up the notorious Powerline trail to a pass at 11,000 ft. I remember, again, the rhythm of the climb, passing several runners with their pacers, solo runners, and cresting each false summit only to be discouraged to find another climb beyond.



Coming into the Outward Bound Aid Station at midnight


Someone had a bugle. At 2:00 am, at 11,000 ft in the middle of the woods, someone was blowing a bugle that echoed through the canyons and among the trees all around me. I knew they had to be at the top of the climb, so I just kept on until the sound grew more distinct. At the very top, I was surprised by a brightly lit, glow stick bedecked ad-hoc aid station staffed by the most energetic folks I’d ever met at that time of night. They promised a downhill run to the last aid station, Queen May.



A quick stop at Queen May


Another shoe change and some blister repair later, Michal and I were off on the last 13.5 — a relatively flat, though deceptively challenging section after nearly 90 miles of running. Michal kept our pace honest and consistent, guiding up past other runners nearly the whole of the way around Turquoise Lake, down into the lowlands, and then back up the 800 ft climb into Leadville. The sun rose as we passed the midpoint of our last section. With 6 miles left to go, I started to think that I might actually make the finish. I remember saying that to someone we passed — I think they were as delirious as I might have been, so I’m not sure if they understood, but we shared a sentiment: we were finishing something. Something significant.

Michal steered me off the dirt road onto the final climb up West 6th Street toward the finish line, and me needing to ease off our pace on the climb — It only figures that the 100 miles would finish with a 3 mile uphill. It was on that last stretch that the heartfelt “congratulations” started. It seemed like everyone in town came out to give their sincere congratulations to all the runners who made it to the finish line.

They could each look into our eyes and they knew where we had been and what it meant.

At barely a jog, I crossed the red carpet of the finish line and into the arms of Merilee and Ken, who chided me for smiling too much — “they’re going to think this is easy!” he said.

It was not easy, that’s for sure. But it was the realization of a dream many decades in the making, and that’s certainly a reason to smile.

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I don’t yet know what’s next, but you can be pretty sure that something big is on the horizon😉

Road to Leadville: Dispatch #4



Looking north from Hope Pass

On Wednesday, Jen and I hiked up the Sheep Gulch Trail from near Winfield to Hope Pass, which at 12,600 ft, is the highest point on the Leadville 100 course. Runners cross the pass at mile 44.5 and again at mile 55.5 as they return from the turn-around point at Winfield.

The climb and pass were as spectacular as I’d imagined. We were entirely alone on the mountain, and as the wind picked up on the final switchbacks, the world opened up and invited us in.


This was that Earth of which we have heard . . . . Here was no man’s garden, but the unhandselled globe.

The very crest was marked with a tangle of wind whipped prayer flags, sun-bleached and twisting in the spitting rain.


The mountains are indeed the world’s sacred places, and I am humbled to be among them.



North from Hope Pass toward Twin Lakes and beyond — the last 45 miles of the race laid out before me. 



If you’re interested in the race course, check out the full-size map linked to the one below:



Road to Leadville: Dispatch #3

Finally, Leadville!

I took a short (6.5 mile) acclimatization run on Tuesday afternoon along the Leadville race route on the north shore of Turquoise Lake. At almost exactly 10,000 ft, the lake trail was a great run to start getting used to the thinner air here.

We scouted a few key spots on the race route — Powerline, Fish Hatchery, Twin Lakes — all place names I’ve heard many times but have only just now put them in a real, tangible context. I’m looking forward to seeing them all again on Saturday — and *really* early on Sunday🙂

On the Turquoise Lake run, at first my heart rate spiked and I was panting through the first 100 yards. After that, I eased into a moderate pace (a fair bit faster than the 14 min/mile pace the race officials use to estimate the slowest possible pace for a 30-hour finish), and even ramped up to a 9 min/mile on the run back — Of course, I felt like I was pushing a 7:30 pace. Thanks, Altitude!

Road to Leadville: Dispatch #2



Hiking around in Chautauqua Park, Boulder, CO

After only 48 hours, it already feels as though I’ve been in Colorado for weeks.


Although I haven’t kept track, I think this is my 12th trip to Colorado as an adult — and 13th if you add my family’s cross-country van trip in the 1970s.

Over the years, these mountains have come to feel like a second home. I’ve learned at least a little of what to expect, though I’m still always excited to explore new places and circling back to familiar ones.

Somehow, ever since I was young, I’ve been drawn to Leadville’s Race Across the Sky. I remember, too, stopping at a Leadville gas station in 1997 and suddenly really realizing where I was. That moment is so indelibly written in my memory, I remember the colors, the feel of the elevation, the snowfields still on the higher peaks, and even what t-shirt I was wearing (!!).

Now, nearly 20 years later, and probably about 30 years since I first heard about it, I’m super stoked to be headed back again.

Later this morning, we head up to Leadville for some high mountain miles and maybe some exploring in the Sawatch Range, just to the west of town, which includes several of Colorado’s highest peaks. The forecasted temperatures for the rest of the week look remarkably cool — highs in the low to mid-60s and lows in the mid-30s. Perfect for running, though it could make for interesting conditions if we get some rain early in the race on Saturday.