Suddenly, I saw the head of a horse above the willows of the overgrown trail. Riderless, and coming towards me. But it was mistaken identity. This was no horse, it was a grizzly bear—and he wasn't stopping. I did. Well one does when you're brought up short in grizzly country by the squire of the lan...

He passed us, not a care in the world as if he were strolling on a tropical beach. He wore running shoes and just a pair of shorts. It was hot, boiling hot as it can be on a glacier with the sun blasting down. The four of us, roped and on the way down, were not in beachwear; we had crampons on and w...

August 31. A blue moon tonight, the second full moon of the month. The weather is not looking good. As I trudge up the summit slope cloud sweeps in as if sucked by a vacuum cleaner. One moment I have a view, the next I'm in a whiteout and flakes of snow splatter on the rocks. I don't know why the he...