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Kat’s first full Presidential Traverse, with a headwall descent in the dark & a night at Hermit Lake. Wishing we were on the ridge today. #couplefktsareathing #cookiepower

It rained 50% of the time, I promise. A week and 450km in the Highlands with my number one sweetie. #bikepacking #scottishhighlands

Ten years ago today I was limping in to Jackson, Wyoming with a beat-up 16’ canoe in tow. After two months and 1400 miles paddled upstream in all weather, I was toast. I left the canoe in a garage, ostensibly for the summer, but I wondered if I would ever make it back. It was noteworthy in a gallery of low moments. When I would tell people I had set out to paddle 4300 miles from Portland, OR to Portland, ME, most wouldn’t believe me. Some though, mostly children and NOLS instructors, (unsurprisingly) would get a little wide-eyed and quiet. I started saying I was only out for a few days, giving myself the out in case I fell apart. There was some stupid, curious, incompetent, stubborn fire that drew me along, fed by the encouragement and help of hundreds, free pizzas in a dozen Western and prairie towns, and a very patient family. I went back that fall, and tried again. It got a little easier, and on the third go I reached Casco Bay, 4,300 miles and 182 days later. Across North America, alone and by canoe.

My number one sweetie, an extra pack, and @jander007 ‘s birthday pickle. #aspen #birthdaypickle

Last bridge to El Chalten. #patagonia #bikepacking

As the detritus of endeavor once again populates and clutters living spaces, fond memories spin up with each bit of volcanic sand drifting out of a bag crease or scuff mark noticed from a manky long-ago jeep ride. In September, @bdupee @airandrice and I cheated the weather gods for 10 days in Iceland’s remote Westfjords. More sheep than cars, more lamb hot dogs than salads, more hot pools than rain storms, and more gravel dirt and boulder tracks than you could shake a meter-long Pringles can at. Win-win-win, and an amazing couple of guys to go exploring with. #iceland #westfjords #bikepacking #somuchwinningthatwetiredofwinning

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