“I can’t believe our luck.” Back in the early 2000s, Jeff and his friend Tom were exploring the pacific cost of Costa Rica in a beat-up Suzuki Samurai with broken air conditioning and a couple of surfboards strapped to the roof. On the advice of people they’d met in the surf further[...]
We were browsing photos with a family friend recently, and came upon this gem of Rudi’s dad Oskar: In the world of the How it started / How it’s going meme, this is such a trip. It’s not just the same stature, same chin, same shoes. Though yup: check, check and[...]
“Well, that doesn’t look like an igloo.” No, it sure didn’t. But it was all they had. It was in the first days of January, and a strong temperature inversion meant it was a face-numbing -30C under grey skies in the valley bottom, while being only -1 or -2 in the sun[...]
The moment Jeff knew he was going to be a heli-ski guide looked like this: Fifteen years old, shivering in a skin-tight spandex one-piece, side-slipping down a race course, pushing freshly fallen snow out of the way so they could get to the icy, hard surface underneath. Mid-power-plow, he watched a helicopter[...]
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