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Happy New Year!

Happy new year! Here’s a few of our favourite moments from 2014, thank you again for all the support over the past year, we very much look forward to all that the next 12 months will bring.

January – Baunwald Switzerland TOPtoTOP Climate Award Expedition
March – Cycling to Denali
April – Sea to TOP – Denali

May – Summiting Denali

June – July – August – Alaska
September – San Francisco and Arc’teryx Vancouver
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October – Cycling, Yosemite
November – Mount Whitney – Badwater Basin
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We are currently still in Joshua Tree CA, but will be leaving to head south west towards San Diego this week.
Please do get in touch if you are in the area and would like us to visit to give a talk at your school, work place etc., or

Hoover Dam, Solar One Plant and Searchlight

Just outside of Las Vegas is the world famous Hoover Dam. On our way out of the city we were able to visit the dam and learn a little more about the renewable energy plant. The dam runs along the border between Arizona and Nevada. Built between 1931 and 1936 the Hoover Dam impounds Lake Mead, the largest reservoir in the United States by volume, with a volume of 2,480,000 m3.
The dam’s generators provide power for public and private utilities in Nevada, Arizona, and California, generating an amazing 4.2billion kWh per year! The water intakes provide a maximum water pressure of 590 ft with the water reaching a speed of about 85 mph. The entire flow of the Colorado River passes through the turbines.
Water released from the Hoover Dam eventually reaches the All-American Canal for the irrigation of over 1,000,000 acres (400,000 ha) of land. Water from the lake also serves 8 million people in Arizona, Nevada and California!
It was great to visit the dam, both to enjoy the engineering feat but also to see such a huge renewable energy resource in motion. The dam attracts over a million visitors each year, which is also good to hear.
Heading further south down highway 95 we cycled past another great climate solution.
The copper mountain photovoltaic solar plant sits just outside boulder city. It was It is one of the largest photovoltaic (PV) solar power plants in the U.S, cementing the area as a sustainable energy leader. Construction started in 2010 and when completed in the coming year will be the largest plant in the US, with an expected output of 100 GW·h/year.
The plant will have 3 sections, with 2 already completed. The stats for the power they produce are really amazing to see and breakdown as follows;
• Solar 1 is the original 58 MW plant, powering around 17,000 homes
• Solar 2 is the 150 MW plant. Powering around 45,000 homes
• Solar 3 is the under construction and will be a 220 MW phase 3
Having cycled 150km in one day we rested our weary heads and legs in a small old mining town called Searchlight. With poor weather predicted and a very tired bunch of cyclists we were so so grateful to Teresa at El Ray Motel for letting us stay in a couple of rooms free of charge – thank you so much for letting us stay and for the cookies, it really was a god send!!
This morning we visited the school on searchlight, again a very small community school with just 15 pupils.
We discovered that grades 3-5 teacher Avis Johnson’s grandparents originally hailed from Ennenda, a town in Switzerland very close to where the climate award expedition was held earlier this year. She had brought with her letters and documents dating back to the late 1800’s which Dario was able to translate, it was a great experience to share with her.
We then gave a talk to the school and performed a clean up in the school playground and community park near by, the children were able to collect 70 pieces of plastic which was fantastic. The kids were so inspired they are now to work a clean-up into their weekly routine. Thank you so much for having us, it was super to meet you all.

School visit at Yosemite School

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This morning we visited Yosemite National Park Valley School; an elementary school serving all the children of the employees who live and work within the Park/Valley.
With Half Dome and Yosemite falls – the largest waterfall in America and one of the largest in the world, shadowing the the playground it was hard not to be inspired by nature from the very moment you stepped into the school grounds.
We started off with a few songs from Switzerland before we launched into our presentation about the expedition and the TOP to TOP message. The children had so many questions about the various solutions we showed them, and already knew so much about solar power and the effect global warming is having on the planet. It was great to see inspired minds at such a young age.
We then went and cleaned up their school playground, with lots of plastic collected and disposed of correctly.
Before leaving, we launched the TOP to TOP international climate solutions drawing contest at their school, with lots of great ideas already coming out of the woodwork, we really look forward to receiving their entries and reading through their solutions over the coming weeks.
We are now staying in Yosemite for a few days rest before setting off towards Death Valley, stopping off at more schools along the way. Below is a quick update of where we have got to so far on the cycle. Each letter indicates where we have stopped for a night.

TOP of North America climbed from “sea2TOP2sea”

2014-06-08_usa_alaska_cordova_pack-rafting_noe.JPGNoe says: “Well done! Sea to TOP to Sea in a total of 30 days travelling climate friendly.”
More pictures here!
2014-05-28_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_welcome-in-Talkeetna-3.JPGAfter sailing into Prince William Sound and Whittier Harbor we hiked Portage Pass, cycled over the frozen Portage Lake and further to Anchorage and Talkeetna and Kroto Creek near Petersville and back to Whittier (see previous reports).
We visited approx. a total of 3000 students on the way towards Denali.
2014-05-01_usa_alaska_sea2top2sea_bartlett-high-school_clean-up-1.JPGTOPtoTOP clean-up with Bartlett High School
2014-05-15_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_dario-up-to-14000-1.JPGDario sleding up to 14000 camp
2014-05-21_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_fix-ropes.JPGup the Head Wall
2014-05-23_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_summit-dario-martin.JPGDario and Martin on the TOP
From the point we stopped cycling, we skied up the whole Kahiltna Glacier to Base Camp in 5 days and have been on TOP of America 12 days after. We reached the top on the 23rd of May, 3 p.m. and learned that only 5 climbers made it before us this year.
2014-05-24_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_20h-down-kahiltna-to-little-switzerland.JPG20h down Kahiltna Glacier
We climbed the same day down to our camp at 14000 feet and skied the next day for 20 hours through the night to little Switzerland. This because the snow was pretty bad and so the crevasse danger high on the lower Kahiltna Glacier. We did not continue on the Kahiltna like when we walked in. Instead we went up Pika Glacier, a side arm of the Kahiltna, and towards Excit Pass. Many thanks to Paul dropping us some pack rafts.
2014-05-26_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_granit-glacier-4.JPGGranit Glacier
From Pika we went over Exit Pass, Granit Glacier, Wild horse Pass and Wild horse Creek to the Tokositna River.
2014-05-28_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_tokositna-river-last-biwi-camp.JPGCamp on the Tokositna River
Rafting out on the Tokositna River we reached Talkeetna on the 28th of May, 5 p.m..2014-05-28_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_welcome-in-Talkeetna-1.JPGwarm welcome in Talkeetna
Personal report from Dario:
2014-05-26_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_dario-dense-forest.JPGSurrounded by friends
The biggest challenges for me was to get through the dense forest (willows) to access and leave the glaciers on the walk out. I start thinking that all this small trees love me and like to hug me. Like this it became fun. The coldest was on top, but I felt much colder at the beginning cycling from the ocean to Denali and at the end of the trip pack rafting nearly 2 days in this icy water.
2014-05-28_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_dario-pack-rafting-to-Talkeetna.JPGI used my pack raft as a tent to safe weight on the walk out:2014-05-26_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_dario-biwi-pack-raft-wild-hore-creek.JPG
The best for me was not the TOP. I liked the slow transmission from the beach, forests, tundra, lower glaciers up into the alpine region and back. For me it is the right way to climb a mountain, starting at the ocean. It comforts my soul. It was a honor bringing the remains (ashes) of my friend Daniel and Karl (Ron’s sun) to the top. – But the very best was to see my loved wife and children again after the TOP and to continue the expedition again, together as a family:2014-05-28_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_welcome-in-Talkeetna-dario-noe.JPG
The scariest moments where when Martin nearly got hit by rock fall, Odin didn’t attached his sled and the sled torpedoed down the mountain for about 2000 feet; – luckily not ending in a crevasse and Dana unfortunately getting sever diarrhea. One rucksack with valuable equipment got probably stolen …let’s hope for a miracle.
2014-05-22_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_dario-martin-odin-peter-sleeping-at-high-camp.JPGcamp before the summit – all in one 3-men-tent!
I believe we were successfull thanks to the good team, equipment and friends. Many thanks to all the people supporting us, specially: Willie and Ellie Prittie, Chuck Homestead, Paul Roderick, Rayna Swanson and David Wigglesworth, Brian Okonek, Werner Rauchenstein, Ron Anderson, Higman Bretwood, Mark Cohen.
2014-05-13_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_11000-camp-3.JPGour camp at 11000 feet
2014-04-26_usa_alaska_cordova_mc-kinley-peak_dario-kayak.JPGBack on the sailboat Pachamama, Sabine,Peter and I climbed Mount Mc Kinley Peak near Cordova. Sabine kayaked with me the first leg from the sea towards the peak earlier this year against a storm. We were happy to climb another Mount Mc Kinley from Sea to the TOP and back together :-).2014-06-04_usa_alaska_cordova_mc-kinley-peak_top-peter-dario-1.JPG
What’s next:
2014-06-08_usa_alaska_cordova_sailing_noe-alegra.JPGWe are now back on the expedition boat Pachamama and continue to clean up the world and to inspire more young people to protect the planet; – collecting top-examples for the environment and act on the way to the next TOP. 2014-05-03_usa_alaska_cordova-clean-up-andri-alegra.JPGAndri and Alegra cleaning up Cordova Harbor
Personal report from Peter:
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It was not an easy decision for me whether or not to join the TopToTop expedition team climbing Denali. On the one hand it was a great, exceptional opportunity for me to do something really demanding and adventurous. On the other hand I was not sure whether I could meet the high demands posed by the highest mountain in North America and how to deal with the extreme weather conditions I would probably experience up there. I felt that I would decide against a climb if I were to read and think in detail about the risks and dangers of such an endeavor. So I let my heart decide and it simply said “go for it”.
In retrospect it was the right decision. I didn’t reach the summit, as the conditions were tough on the only possible day to go up to the very top of Denali – and this time I let my brain decide, and it came to the clear conclusion that it was too risky and demanding for me under the given conditions. But the two weeks on the mountain were very rewarding for me despite not summiting. I learnt that my fitness, which has seen better days, was still good enough for the long ascent and the heavy loads of equipment I had to carry up the mountain and my health was able to deal pretty well with the stress due to acclimatizing to high altitudes. Another experience was that the cold was less of a problem than what I expected. The excellent material from Arc’Teryx certainly helped a lot, and the group as well: four people in a tent designed for three kept as pretty warm during the coldest night at 17,200 feet while heavy winds made the snow walls around our tent collapse…. And, last but not least, the constant support by all the team members helped me a lot to overcome minor problems so that I felt free in my mind to enjoy again and again the great wilderness of the Denali area.
Personal report from Martin: Climbing to the TOP
2014-05-24_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_martin-happy-after-summiting.JPGMartin at camp 14000
On Monday, May 11 the five Top to Top team members arrived in Denali base camp at 7200 ft (2200 m). We had spent time getting to know each other in Cordova where the Pachamama is currently docked. The team for this leg of the Sea to Summit journey consisted of Dario, Dana and I, who had previously skied to Denali base camp, and two additional members, Peter and Odin. Peter and Dario go way back and have climbed together in Switzerland and the Himalayas, and Odin is a good friend from Juneau, Alaska.
Before we had our mandatory briefing at the Talkeetna ranger station, where we mostly discussed the clean mountain ethic that is now the norm on Denali as well as the west buttress route, which we would be climbing. On Denali all human waste is considered hazardous material and has to be disposed of in deep crevasses. To facilitate this process we were issued two Clean Mountain Cans (CMC’s). A CMC is basically a small bucket with a tight fitting lid into which you can poop. A biodegradable bag makes the poop easier to dispose of (Not too easy though! More on this later). Above Camp 3 at 14000 ft (4300 m) all waste must be kept and transported lower on the mountain, as the crevasses at this altitude are no longer suitable for waste disposal. Despite the many drawbacks of pooping in a bucket, CMC’s are actually really great as at any given time there are hundreds of climbers on the mountain, which would create quite the sanitary problem without the cans. Chris, the ranger who gave us our briefing, also had lots of good information (and some not so good…) on the route from base camp to Talkeetna, which is seldom traveled and can be difficult without good local knowledge.
Arriving in base camp was much different than when Dario, Dana and I were last there. Previously, base camp was nothing but our tent and our equipment. Now, it was a bustling tent city with a permanent air taxi representative, park rangers and dozens of other climbers. Luckily Mt. Hunter was still just as impressive. We didn’t waste any time and immediately skied up to Camp 1 at 7800 ft (2400 m) with our heavy sleds. Hauling five people’s gear for a 20 day climb on a cold, high altitude mountain like Denali is no easy task. We had a plethora of equipment including snow shovels, a mountain of food, 11 gallons (42 liters) of fuel, ropes, cooking equipment, tents and all the personal gear associated with a big mountain climb. This first day above Base Camp was just a taste of what would await the next day, when we would ski from Camp 1 at 7800 ft to Camp 2 at 11000 ft (3350 m).
The next day we set up a cache to lighten our loads a bit, as we would need about three days of food to Ski from Camp 1 down to the Pika glacier, where TAT would take our skies and bring us our packrafts after the climb. This was a long day as we were skiing with full loads (~110 pounds per person) up the last section of the Kahiltna glacier. We experienced for the first, but not last, time the frustrating process of skiing behind groups that are traveling at a slower pace. Passing a roped team of four to five climbers is no easy task while hauling gear uphill. We made good time and reached Camp 2 in the early afternoon. One of the few benefits of having so many climbers on the mountain is that you can often find a camp site that has been prepared by another group. On Denali the snow is perfect for cutting out igloo blocks. This is a good thing, because the weather is extremely unpredictable in these northern latitudes. Throughout our climb, wherever we set up a camp we would build high snow walls around our tents and cooking area to protect us from the strong winds. On many occasions these walls saved us from having serious problems with our tents. We planned on occupying Camp 2 for at least two nights to begin the acclimatization process, and the hard work of building walls served a dual purpose by helping us acclimate as well. The more you work at altitude the faster the acclimatization takes effect.
Day 3 would be our first excursion to Camp 3 at 14000 ft (4300 m). We were all excited to begin climbing as Camp 2 was the highest that we would ski on this trip. Peter decided to stay behind so Dario, Dana, Odin and I set out in two teams up ‘motorcycle hill’. Odin informed us that motorcycle hill was where the old climbers used to stash their motorcycles. This was before motorized vehicles were banned on Denali of course… we were not impressed by his ‘local knowledge’. After the steep but very easy to climb motorcycle hill came ‘squirrel hill’, which was a bit more exposed and quite icy on this trip. At the top of squirrel hill the wind hit us and we realized that this would be quite a cold day. The higher we climbed towards Camp 3 the faster the wind blew. At the aptly named windy corner it started to get pretty cold with a wind chill of at least 20 below. By the time the four of us reached 14000 ft we were all (maybe not Dario…) feeling the altitude and were cold. We quickly dug a cache to stash the food and fuel that we had brought up and got out of there as fast as possible. It was a treat to return to Camp 2 and have a hot meal and some water. None of us slept much that night as the wind had moved down to Camp 2 and was shaking the tent furiously, even with our nice snow walls!
Day 4 was another cache day up to 14000 ft. Squirrel hill was much less icy as the sun was shining brightly and made the snow quite soft. This was good for our feet, but the heat was brutal. We applied sun block constantly, but I still got burned pretty badly. We found another camp site with partially built walls at Camp 3 and set up a tent so that tomorrow we could move up to Camp 3 permanently. The views that we had of Mt. Hunter and Mt. Foraker were absolutely amazing from Camp 3. Our descent back to Camp 2 was great in the heat of the sun and we literally ran down the mountain, reaching Camp 2 only 38 minutes after leaving Camp 3! Not bad considering the climb up took us close to four hours. I did have my first close call on the mountain when I narrowly dodged a rock at windy corner that would have knocked me off my feet. This served as a good warning for us, and thereafter we always hiked past windy corner as fast as possible.
Dario woke us at four in the morning on Day 5 for an early start up to Camp 3. We brought everything with us and were settled in at Camp 3 with 10 days of food and fuel by noon. Our afternoon was spent preparing for a storm that was forecasted to arrive the next day. The walls around our tent and our excellent cooking area were steadily growing higher and higher, which would serve us well during the coming days. Our nearest neighbor was a Mongolian woman who was attempting to climb Denali for the second time, solo. She was obviously very tough and had just returned from high camp at 17000 ft (5200 m) where she spent two days waiting out a storm before climbing down in high winds.
We spent the next day reinforcing our walls along with the rest of the climbers at Camp 3. Word about bad weather spreads quickly through camp and Camp 3 was starting to resemble some kind of fortress with all the snow walls that were being built. Somehow we misplaced, or another party ‘reappropriated’, one of our snow shovels. This was not a good situation because my shovel broke as well, and we were only left with two shovels at Camp 3. This was not enough because we needed at least two at Camp 4 as well. Two of us would have to return to Camp 2 to grab another shovel that we had stashed there. Odin and I volunteered for the task, but it was already too late in the day to do anything so we would wait.
We had now been on the mountain for a week, and we were beginning to acclimate quite well to the altitude. Odin and I hiked down to Camp 2 and back up to Camp 3 within a four hour time period and were barely winded, which was a good sign for the rest of the climb. When we returned to Camp 3 it was clear that something was wrong. Dana was still in the tent and one of the CMC’s was far from clean. It turned out that he had some digestive problems, possibly associated with contaminated snow. He was in bad shape and we had to go get some advice at the medical camp that the park service maintains for just such occasions. The park service said that they would keep Dana overnight on oxygen, as he was also having some problems acclimatizing, and inform us in the morning about our options.
In the morning he was still hurting, though the digestive issues seemed to have subsided a bit. It was clear that he couldn’t climb any higher in his current state, and the rangers advised us to bring him back to base camp for evacuation. We were all a bit apprehensive about leaving our camp at 14000 ft because of the large amount of gear that we had there. We decided that two of us would escort Dana to base camp and two would stay with the gear at Camp 3. Odin and I volunteered for the task. We both thought it might help with our acclimatization to sleep at lower altitudes for a night or two, and we also wanted to ensure that Dario had a chance at the summit if at all possible. Once the decision was made we immediately set out for Camp 2. Dario short-roped Dana from Camp 3 to Camp 2 and then returned to Camp 3, while Odin and I strapped on our skis and began heading down the Kahiltna glacier with Dana, who was still on oxygen. It was slow going as we had all of Dana’s gear in a sled and the slope was quite icy. Once we hit the Kahiltna glacier we were enveloped in a ground blizzard and conditions became pretty bad. Visibility was only 10 meters or so and the wind had scoured the glacier clean creating icy conditions. We pressed on until we reached our cache at 7800 ft where we had spent the first night. Odin and I found a hole in the snow where we would be a bit protected and set up the tent with much difficulty. Luckily the increased oxygen at this altitude seemed to have helped Dana out and we spent a relatively comfortable, but noisy, night at Camp 1.
The next morning we set out for base camp and had Dana on a TAT flight by three or four in the afternoon. We set out back up the glacier and moved right back into the same storm that we had skid down in. We were back at Camp 3 by late afternoon the next day. All told it took us only a bit over 48 hours to hike and ski from Camp 3 to base camp and back. Needless to say we were tired that first night back at Camp 3.
The weather was good and the forecast was good so the next morning we packed up and headed Camp 4. While Odin and I were retrieving the shovel at Camp 2, Dario and Peter had stashed a tent at the top of ‘the headwall’, which towered over Camp 3. The headwall was the most technical part of the climb so far. This 45 degree ice slope had fixed lines in order to prevent accidents. We reached the col at the top of the headwall in good time and uncovered the cache that Dario and Peter had stashed a few days ago. This next part of the climb, from the col above the headwall to Camp 4 at 17000 ft (5200 m), was my favorite section of the route. We hiked up a steep ridgeline for about half a mile with stunning views of Mt. Hunter and Mt. Foraker the entire time. It was spectacular, and exhausting. The air at 17000 was noticeably thinner that at Camp 3. We reached Camp 4 in the late afternoon and began building the usual snow wall. We had only one tent here for the four of us as we would be spending the least amount of time here possible.
The next day, Day 12, was windy and cold. The cold really began to become a factor in our daily routine here at Camp 4. We decided not to make a summit attempt quite yet because the wind was picking up. The wind chill today was 38 below zero, the coldest temperature so far. We spent a lot of time cooking water at this altitude, which involved sitting out in the cold wind. Our heavy down jackets became very important pieces of equipment.
After a miserable windy night cramped in the tent with four people we were excited to see that the weather was good. Today would be summit day, Day 13 of the climb above Base Camp. Peter and Odin decided that they would not go for the summit because of the way that they felt in the morning. Dario and I decided that we would give it a try, despite the fact that the wind was already picking up and clouds were moving in. We geared up quickly and headed out by 830 in the morning. To reach the col at Denali Pass from Camp 4 you have to climb up the most dangerous part of the west buttress route, the so-called autobahn. The autobahn and Denali Pass are where at least 80% of the deaths on Denali have occurred. It is a steep section of snow and ice with many crevasses below it. If it were not for the extremely unpredictable weather at this altitude Denali Pass and the autobahn would probably not be so dangerous, but when you add high winds and bad visibility in the danger becomes much greater. We had to follow another group up the autobahn which slowed us quite a bit, but once we reached Denali Pass we passed them and were free to move at our own pace. This quickly became the most grueling climbing that I had experienced in my life because of the thin air. Luckily the weather remained stable and we were able to make good time. At around noon we took a break, sure that we were very close to the summit ridge. We had some chocolate and some tea and set off again. As we approached the ‘summit ridge’ we quickly realized that we were mistaken. We still had at least a mile to go and over 1000 ft (300 m) to climb.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to my oxygen deprived mind, we reached the real summit ridge. We hiked along the ridge for a few hundred meters, and at 330 in the afternoon, eight hours after leaving base camp; we stood on the top of Denali at 20322 ft (6194 m). For me, as a lifelong Alaskan, this was a dream come true. It was also a very sad time, as we had brought the ashes of Odin and I’s good friend Daniel to be scattered. We performed a small ceremony and sent Dan on his way, took some photos and then we began the journey home. We reached Camp 4 later that afternoon and were able to rest for a bit. I was more exhausted than I have ever felt before. We quickly realized that the weather was not getting any better so we decided to break down our 17000 ft camp and head for Camp 3 at 14000 ft. We reached Camp 3 at around 10 in the evening and had a well-deserved rest.
Our last task before leaving Camp 3 for our journey back to Talkeetna was to clean out the CMC. Somehow the plastic bag had frozen itself to the inside of the can and it was virtually impossible to remove without breaking the bag. It was a messy affair all around and Peter valiantly took the initiative and freed the bag with a few rounds of boiling water. We were all happy that soon we would be finished with the cans for good. Our ski down the Kahiltna glacier was uneventful except for one little issue. Odin and I were skiing without our sleds tied into the harness, because it is easier if you can grab the plastic poles to which the sled is attached and steer with them. A little bit below Camp 2 at 11000 ft Odin was pulling some fancy turns and fell down, while his sled just kept on going. A 70 pound sled does not stop quickly. Two thousand feet down glacier he was lucky enough to find it intact, but it was a pretty close call as he had some important equipment in the sled. Once we reached ‘heartbreak hill’, immediately below base camp, Peter decided that he was too exhausted to make the 100 mile journey out to Talkeetna. We capitalized on the situation and loaded him up with a huge amount of extra gear that we wouldn’t need for the trip out and sent him on his way to camp, while we began what would be a grueling ski down the Kahiltna on the same route that we had travelled up weeks ago.
2014-05-26_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_martin-towards-wild-horse-pass.JPGMartin from Granit Glacier to Wild Horse Pass
Personal report from Odin: Skiing-walking-rafting out
2014-05-28_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_odin-very-hungery.JPGOdin arrived in Talkeetna
2014-05-26_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_odins-feet.JPGOdin’s feet
At about nine in the evening, Dario, Martin and I said our goodbyes Peter and continued skiing down the Kahiltna Glacier. Below basecamp, the route changes drastically: the well-trodden “superhighway” that forms the entire West Buttress route discontinues. Instead, an untracked glacier lay before us, requiring us to rope up. (We had skied unroped from 11,000′ to basecamp, as the chances of a crevasse fall skiing downhill along the heavily-used main trail seemed very remote).
The topography of the lower Kahiltna glacier is generally mellow and rolling. Several miles below basecamp, we threaded our way through the crevassed terrain of a low-angle icefall. We had already dropped quite a bit of elevation, and temperatures were hovering at close to freezing. This vexed Dario. Warm temperatures meant that the snowbridges concealing many crevasses would be weaker and less likely to support our weight. Dario later said he nearly turned us back to basecamp at this point. Yet we pressed onward, passing beneath a steep mountainside along the icefall’s eastern edge.
We continued skiing for a number of hours, down mellow hills, around crevasses, across large flat stretches. All three of us had long since run out of water. Finally, at about 2:30 AM, Dario let us stop so that Martin and I could cook some snow-water. We ate and drank lots before continuing on our way. Because of the snow conditions, Dario decided it was safer to descend the glacier at night, rather than camping and continuing the following day.
After several more hours of nonstop skiing, we reached the confluence of the Pika Glacier. It was now about 6:00 in the morning. We had traveled well over 30 miles since setting out from 14,200′ camp the previous afternoon. The junction of the Pika and Kahiltna glaciers was a scant 4,000′ above sea level. Mosses and lichens grew in patches on the steep mountainsides.
Dario thought it best to press onward a few final miles up the Pika Glacier. We donned our climbing skins and wearily dragged sleds, backpacks, and bodies up the slopes. After 18 hours of travel downhill, it was torporous skiing sleep-deprived, uphill along steep sidehills. My feet rubbed raw and painful against my wet boot-liners. My sled tracked poorly and overturned once or twice. Enraged, I yelled curses at it and jabbed it with my skipole.
At 8:00 in the morning, arriving at a flat plane where the two arms of the Pika Glacier converged, we probed out a campsite and set up our tent. Martin cooked; we gorged ourselves on couscous and fell asleep for many hours.
The Pika drainage is known as Little Switzerland because of the dramatic rock mountains and spires surrounding the glacier. The glacier’s northern tributary seemed a near-perfect amphitheater walled by congruous rock teeth. Our intended route would cross a single low notch in the sheer sides of this valley: Exit Pass. Eveningtime, once we had awoken and eaten a hot meal, the three of us skied the mile or so up to the pass to investigate avalanche conditions. Dario dug a snow-pit at the top of the pass while Marin and I leapfrog-belayed eachother down the 40-degree slopes of the far side, testing snow conditions and checking the exit route for snow conditions, bergschrunds, and other obstacles. Dario commented that the snowpack was mostly weak, and then released a small wet-snow slide while ski-cutting the Pika side of the pass during the descent back to camp. The ski back down to camp was awesome, even through the late-spring mashed potatoes. I felt a bit sad that we would be getting rid of our skis the following morning.
After cooking a third hot meal, we went to bed for the night. The following morning, we woke up early, packed our camp, and skied up the main-stem (South fork) of the Pika. There, in the flats near the top, was the site where TAT would bring our packrafts and other supplies. A dense morning fog began to break shortly after we arrived at the landing zone. An hour or so later, TAT director/pilot Paul Roderick arrived, carrying our gear along with Sabine and the Schwoerers’ four children, whom Paul had graciously brought along for a brief visit with Dario. Sabine carried a bag of fresh apples, oranges, carrots, and other goodies–an unexpected treat after a few weeks with no fresh fruit or vegetables.
Dario had been exhorting us to “go light” and pack only minimal equipment for our hike/packraft out to Talkeetna. We traded our skis for snowshoes and left behind much of the food, clothing, and other equipment we had dragged to Little Switzerland with us. After several days of recurring discussions, Dario finally persuaded Martin and me to abandon even our regular tent in favor of the cooking tent–essentially a lightweight nylon tarp offering no protection against mosquitoes. Despite my extreme reluctance to go tentless, Dario’s advice paid off in the end. Even without a mountaineering tent, Martin’s and my rucksacks weighed quite a lot. In addition to personal sleeping bags, raingear, harnesses, snowshoes, and packrafting equipment, Martin and I each carried considerable group gear, including rope, stove, pot, fuel, and cooking tent. Martin traded the climbing rope back and forth with me several times during the hike out, each of us carrying it till brink of exhaustion before handing it off to the other.
Paul, Sabine, and the four children said their goodbyes, and the airplane quickly vanished beyond Little Switzerland’s rock ridges. Dario told us to hurry. It might rain he said, and if so, avalanche conditions on our second pass crossing would make travel too risky. In that case we would have to hike out to Petersville with our packrafts on our backs, a prospect that none of us relished.
We quickly packed our bags, snowshoed down the main-stem of the Pika and up its North tributary. We easily crossed Exit Pass onto the Granite Glacier. After several more miles of snowshoeing, smooth snow gradually gave way to very jagged moraine, consisting of wildly-jumbled boulder-fields fed by the crumbling mountainsides above. Travel became slow and meticulous. At one point, as Martin crossed a steep sidehill, an ice-chest-sized boulder slid away, sweeping him off his feet as it plowed downward in my direction. Fortunately it stopped after a little ways and no harm was done.
A half-hour later, we reached the base of the moraine, leaving behind the worst of the bouldery morass. Here, willows, cottonwoods, flowering plants and mosses grew among the rocks. Tracks from moose and birds were visible in the glacial silt. All of these sights were lovely after weeks of nothing but rock and ice. A short ways downstream from the moraine’s terminus, we stopped and traded our clumsy mountaineering boots for sneakers, which had been included in the TAT airdrop.
A small stream fell from the mountains to our left through a steep gorge. The brushy ridge next to it marked the beginning of our climb up to Wildhorse Pass. We wove our way over some boulders, through some willow & alder shrubs, which repeatedly snagged against the packraft paddles strapped to our rucksacks. After a little while we gained the ridge, which quickly became knife-edged, with 40- and 50-degree dropoffs in either direction. It was covered with low subalpine vegetation, which can be quite slippery, and which the smooth soles of my early ’90s Nike Airs were not designed to grip against. (I had found/packed the shoes at the last minute before our trip). I moved cautiously, grasping clumps of woody-stalked plants whenever I had to step onto the steep slopes on the sides of the ridge. After a climb up through a brushy gully, the ridge leveled off before dropping a short ways into a snow-covered alpine valley.
Once again, we donned our mountaineering boots. Martin and I examined two low saddles between the mountains ahead of us. We assumed that one of these was Wildhorse Pass. Yet Dario, who carried the map, led us to the base of a 45-degree snowslope rising several hundred feet up to an indistinct segment of ridgeline. It didn’t look like a pass at all. But, Martin and I agreed, Dario had never yet been wrong when it came to navigation. Still concerned about avalanche potential, Dario led us to an scree-covered strip of bare ground at the edge of the snowslope. Toward the top, the slope became steeper and scree gave way to crumbly bedrock. We worked our way along a narrow ledge, sometimes grasping rock handholds and swinging our heavy packs out over the steep slope beneath us. Ordinarily, this route would have seemed like a ho-hum class IV scramble, but our heavy rucksacks and clunky mountaineering boots made the going slightly more tentative. “This is my first time rock-climbing in these boots,” remarked Dario as he worked his way up the side of the rock face, near the edge of the snowpack. Rock gave way to a final fifty feet or so of snow, and we soon stood at the top of the divide, looking down at Wildhorse Creek and its broad, white valley. We lingered for only a brief moment before starting down the opposite side, but as I stood there I felt a few drops of rain strike my forehead. Although this sprinkle didn’t lead to any showers just then, it seemed like a fitting sign that our hurried march that day had paid off.
We descended a scree/heather slope into the nearly-unbroken snowpack covering the valley below. The light indicated it was beginning to get late, but Dario suggested we snowshoe to down the valley to below the snowline before camping. This made good sense, as our cooking tent had no floor. So onward we trudged. I hate snowshoes and quickly began cursing them as I fell behind Dario and Martin. Tormented by my heavy backpack, I eventually asked Martin to please take the climbing rope from me. I mentioned that I needed to find some running water; instead, Dario poured me an entire litre of his.
After a few long hours slogging through the sticky snow, it at last gave way to wet, subalpine grasses and shrubs. Ptarmigans flew back and forth across the tundra, making me hungry. We decided to camp along a slightly-flat bench toward the bottom of the valley wall. A charcoal gray cloud hung in the dusky sky. I announced that I would set up the tent, but Dario advised me against this course of action: “I suggest that you do not set up the tent, but just hope that it does not rain.” Despite all of my hopes, we were awoken by large raindrops at some point during the night. Martin and I fumbled around setting up the tent, while Dario laid his packraft across his body for a raincover and went back to sleep.
Morningtime it was still raining. We trudged through willows and wet meadows for a few miles. The brush gradually became thicker, and a few steep ridges pointed downward, ending near the banks of the Tokositna River. We made several meanders, trying to find a good route through the brush and steep terrain. The last few hours to the river were a familiar, southern Alaskan bushwhack: zigzagging through dense alder, ducking under branches, leaning sideways to try to avoid catching our paddles on the shrubbery.
We arrived at the riverbank sometime in mid-afternoon. Martin and I cooked a small bag of couscous, one of the only hot meals we had packed with us. It was around this time that my camera, containing all of my pictures from the trip, disappeared. We inflated our packrafts, strapped down our gear, and carried the rafts to the main channel of the Tokositna. None of us had ever packrafted before, but Martin and I had experience canoeing and sea kayaking, while Dario had worked as a rafting guide in Switzerland. The upper Tokositna is a shallow, braided glacial river with some moderate rapids and standing waves, but nothing overly difficult. Nevertheless, I managed to hit a treetip along a cut-bank, and a stump where two channels diverged. Both times I took on lots of water over my gunwales. Martin and I decided it prudent to stop and hold a brief safety meeting, while I dumped the water out of my raft.
We continued without stopping for at least six more hours. As I got used to the packraft and properly balanced my gear-load, I began to fully appreciate just how much fun packrafting is. The swift-moving glacial river gave way to slow, heavily-braided channels with swampy riverbanks and lots of small islands. From there, it opened up into a few very broad channels, where three trumpeter swans honked loudly nearby. Most of the rest of the Tokositna was a single large channel with few rapids, waves, or other obstacles. The going was pleasant, if not overly exciting. Dozens of times, beavers dove from the riverbanks into the water as we rounded bends into view.
The rain continued intermittently, and each paddle-stroke sloshed more water into my raft. The floor had long since become inundated–I was sitting in a puddle of glacial water. Although I repeatedly bailed the boat out, my ass formed the lowest point at the back of the raft, from where I could not reach all the water. I tried to remain aware of my body temperature. Sometimes I felt a bit chilly, but it didn’t seem too serious. I dug some food out of my backpack, ate it, and kept paddling to try to stay warm.
At some point during the evening, we rounded a gradual bend and the river began flowing northward. It was along this northbound section, a few miles before the Tokositna flows into the Chulitna River, that a few different park rangers had told us there was wilderness lodge. “He’s a real friendly guy,” the rangers had said of the lodge’s owner. “You can stop by and have a beer; dry off your clothes.” Dario told us he would try to talk the lodge-owner into giving us a free room for the night. Late in the evening, we finally spotted an old-looking wooden house with a few outlying cabins. There was no dock, however, so we pulled up to a narrow, sandy shoal a hundred yards upstream of the buildings. As I stepped out of my raft, I noticed that my legs were having trouble moving after sitting for so long. I also noticed that all my motor movements were stiff and clumsy, that I was shivering pretty hard. Evidently I was quite a bit colder than I had thought. We walked a short ways along the top of the riverbank in the direction of the buildings. I looked over at Dario and Martin; they, too were visibly shivering. Suddenly a doubt crept into my mind: what if we spent many more minutes wandering around looking for those buildings, and then they weren’t really a lodge? I was too cold to take that kind of chance. “If we don’t find the lodge in about 30 more seconds,” I declared, “I need to go and start up the stove.” I don’t even think I waited thirty seconds. I had a drybag with a dry change of clothes in my raft. I announced I was going back to change into them. By the time I had gotten the dry clothing on, Martin had gathered up dry, dead spruce branches from the undersides of some trees, and had formed them into the shape of a campfire under the trunk of a leaning birch-tree. I poured white gas over it, Martin lit it up, and I continued to forage for dry spruce-branches.
The three of us sat/stood close by the campfire, letting the flame gradually warm us back to normal body temperature. The park rangers had given us the lat/long coordinates for the purported lodge. Dario’s GPS indicated it was still almost a half-mile downriver. We discussed whether or not to continue. At first, I said I was not yet nearly warm enough, but as my body warmed up, I thought of a dry, cozy bed and my mind warmed up to the idea. So we got back in our rafts and floated down a half-mile more, to the beginning of a landmark boulder-field in the river. No lodge. The building we had passed had had a “For Sale” sign on the outside of it: evidently it had used to be a lodge but was now abandoned. We set up the cooking tent on a silty shoal, and the three of us spread out our bedding underneath it. My down, -40-rated sleeping bag was so soaked it barely kept me warm at +50 Farenheight.
We awoke late the next morning and continued on our way. Each of us had only a little bit of food left, and no more water. The water from the main river seemed very suspect, even with our purification tablets, given all the beaver activity. Martin found a muddy rivulet from which we both took water, but neither of us felt inclined to drink any of it.
The sky was still overcast, but the rain had stopped. We continued on our way. The going became quicker a few miles downstream, where the Tokositna empties itself into the larger Chulitna. We stopped at the Parks Highway Chulitna River bridge, approximately mile 135. Here, there was supposedly a gas station with a convenience store. I had traveled up and down the Parks Highway dozens of times and never seen such a gas station along that section of road; yet for some reason I let myself believe that there was one. No such luck. Once again, all three of us were a bit chilly, but not nearly as chilly as we had been the previous evening. A walk up the road toward a fancy Princess Lodge was sufficient to warm us up. As we crossed the Parks Highway, Dario wished that one of the passing vehicles would happen to be a sandwich truck. But once again, no such luck. We ate the last of our food and continued on our way.
Down the Chulitna we continued, through the canyon section near the highway and again out into the flats, where the channel again became braided. Dario cautioned us to be careful, that many accidents happen at the very ends of trips. I had been thinking the same thing. Five or six miles upriver from Talkeetna, I again decided I was too cold and asked that we stop at a river-island. I took off my pants, rang them out, and jogged several laps around the small island. I folded up my sleeping pad and placed it under my seat, raising my ass above the wet bottom of the raft. This worked great–I stayed dry the last hour of the trip–and I kicked myself for not thinking to do this sooner.
Peter, Sabine, and the four children greeted us in Talkeetna at the riverbank, along with Anja, a teacher who had come from Switzerland to tutor the Schwoerers’ children. Sabine had brought an assortment of food: fruit, spaghetti, coffee. We ate, visited, and took TOPtoTOP photos. I briefly jumped in the river. Dario walked the few blocks into downtown to complete the very, very last segment of his Denali trip.
Martin and I checked into our hostel, cleaned up, and the entire group met at a local pizza place for dinner, where I stuffed myself to the point of strong discomfort. The last several days of our trip had been awesome, but it felt really good to have a hot shower, warm bed, and delicious food.2014-05-25_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_odin-cooking.JPGOdin cooking on Pika Glacier
Personal report from Dana:
When Dario asked me to join the Top to Top Denali expedition last fall it didn’t take me long to agree. I had played around Denali in the past but never attempted the climb, although it was something I had certainly thought about. Although I didn’t know any of the other team members I feel like we quickly morphed into a well organized team. And that is the message I came away with on this climb: the power of teamwork.
The climb was going well for me for the first week but then at our 14,000 foot camp I was stricken with severe diarrhea which really incapacitated me. The others and I realized that there was no way I would recoup at this altitude. The only thing I could do was go down to base camp and fly out. My fear was that I had compromised the entire expedition and the others would have to give it up to take care of me. This is where the teamwork kicked in. Martin and Odin volunteered to accompany me down, hauling all my gear. I was so struck by their willingness to descend all that way to get me out and then turn around and climb right back up to the 14,000 foot camp. It was an incredible gesture on their part. While they got me down to base camp, Dario and Peter were able to establish a high camp so the team would have a shot at the summit.
It’s seeing this teamwork and unselfish willingness to help that made this climb an incredible experience for me.
2014-05-18_usa_alaska_denali_sea2top2sea_dana-evacuation.JPGSick Dana short roped down from 14’000 to 11’000 camp by Dario and further with Martin and Odin to BC on 7800 feet
Sabine’s film coming soon!

Swiss Roadshow

2013-12-17_ch_root_presentation-low.jpgThe 10 weeks in Switzerland were very busy. Highlights: 1st time Xmas with our families since we are on the expedition and meeting friends.
We had a lot of presentations and interviews: The most important have been our talk at the Schmidheiny Symposium in Interlaken and the interview in the Aschbacher-Show, Swiss TV.
Thanks to Family Estermann we had a place to stay in the mountain village Braunwald – thanks to our families in Jakobstal and Vilters. The kids did well in school and skied most of the time after school.
The most energy and time we needed to organize the TOPtoTOP Climate Solution Award. It was again very successful. Here some films from Jacqui and some feedbacks:

Check the Award Facebook page!
“Hi Dario, how are you? Jacqui and I met yesterday at Singapore. It was so nice seeing her again. We were thinking to organize some outdoor sports under the name of toptotop from next week on. The most important pickup from this trip for me is sports CHANGE LIFE. Many people like to do protect the environment because they do outdoor sports and feel the beauty of nature. Then people makes friends easily when doing sports. Becoming healthier, happier and stronger in mind. I wish to promote this idea which also aligns with TOPTOTOP goal. We were also thinking to organize some presentation about our trip in Singapore. Some of my friends are already asking how to join us.
Best regards to you and families Ginny”
“Hey Dario, I just wanted to say thank you and how much I enjoyed the award program in Switzerland. I came back so inspired to do some more great projects for the planet and am so happy to have this global network to work with and bounce ideas off. Thanks so much for your hard work in organizing it.
It was wonderful to see you and the family again and hope it will not be too long before we meet again – I must make it out to the boat one of these days Love Louise”
Many thanks to all of you who supported us during this busy and sometimes difficult time.
Pics in our Dropbox