In celebration of our 35th anniversary, we created the first-ever Outside Adventure Grant, a $10,000 endowment meant to help fund a smart, creative, and (perhaps) slightly foolhardy project. We asked applicants to submit basic contact information, a two-minute video, and a 500-word essay describing their adventure and why they would be uniquely qualified to pull it off. Hundreds of you wrote in.
When our submission page closed in mid-May a team of editors went to work reading through the applications and watching your videos. We narrowed the pool down to five finalists (including a project to pedal across Siberia, from Vladivostok to Leningrad, and one to travel the length of Thailand in a tuk-tuk) and then built a special Facebook application to turn the voting over to you. We received more than 6,000 votes in two weeks, with about one-third of them going to our winner, Daniel Alvarez. (You can still visit the app to watch the videos and read the essays our five finalists submitted.)
For more than two decades, photographer Tyler Stableford had the germ of an idea buried in his mind—to make a visual poem about climbing. When Canon came to him last fall and asked for a video showing off their new EOS-1D X camera, he had the means to turn that idea into art. Almost immediately, he knew the climber he wanted to feature.
“Steve House has recently gone through a deep soul-searching process, both after returning from Nanga Parbat and after his near-death accident on Mount Temple,” Stableford said. “He has a compelling combination of honesty, depth and insight—and those qualities are far more interesting in a short film than just physical climbing skills.”
Fifty-eight miles through the Alps. That's what was on the agenda for today when we rode the eighth stage of the 2012 Giro Donne. And about 50 miles of that was a climb—nearly 8,000 feet total—over two significant passes.
The owners of farmhouse bed and breakfast Acqua Fracta in Chiavenna stuffed us with fresh eggs, house cured meats, homemade jams and cakes, warm breads and steaming coffee. Then we started off on our route, which climbed for nearly the entire day. The grade was mellow for the first several hours, through farmland and cobble-street villages, and past craggy cliff bands.
Warning: The above trailer from Red Bull Media House and Garage Entertainment has no story. It's packed with epic shots: surfers riding giant slabs of water, skiers carving lines through virgin powder, and helicopters delivering athletes to remote landscapes devoid of other people. It's OK that the trailer lacks story, because the companies are promoting cinema screenings of feature-length adventure movies packed with stories.
When I got pregnant in the summer of 2009, I was shocked at how matter-of-fact people were with their “advice.” Most annoying to me were the comments around my husband’s and my recreational pursuits, specifically climbing: “Kiss all those crazy weekend climbing trips goodbye!” and “I guess you’re not climbing anymore, so what are you guys gonna do for fun instead?” or even “It’s about time you guys settled down and stopped all that climbing business!”
Baby below! Photo: Lloyd Ramsey
I’m sure that most, if not all, of those statements were made out of ignorance rather than cruel intentions. I can brush them off now, but they didn’t sit well with me as a large hormonal pregnant woman, nor did they sound any better when I was a sleep-deprived new parent with cabin fever. Fortuntately, we don’t get those comments anymore. I think we’ve proven that even though we may not fit into the typical mold of most American families, we’re doing what works for us—and, more importantly, having a blast.