In-Fear:

It is someone we all know. It is that inner voice that guides our thoughts, decisions, ambitions and relationships. Fear is someone I speak of, for that someone is different among us as individuals. Some say you can smell it, others know it as a taste and yet we all agree that it is just a feeling. I use the term someone because we all create this being we call ourselves. Taking in outside influences and deciding what we should hold dear to our own we create our reality based on and around our fears. I believe fear is the driving force of humanity, a remnant from our evolutionary track of survival. Weather you shun fear or thrive on it we all feel it deep within us. My subsets of people, "the thrill seekers" have learned to harness this our deepest emotion. In our daily lives of complacency we go beyond to create challenges or obstacles that will in-fear us, harnessing this force for the derivative of joy and happiness. In the act of overcoming a great sense of accomplishment is felt, until of course the next hurdle is seen in the distance, this is when the cycle begin anew.

Route guide and description.

Take hwy north until you see the sign to exit here. Proceed down road until you reach a fork in the road. Take the right path (indicated by its lesser-traveled nature). Proceed until your vehicular means will take you no further. Park here. Ascend through forests and all forms that wish to impede your mortal progress until reaching the alpine. From here you will have your first glimpse of the task at hand. Proceed onwards passing by the hills of Inhibition. Soon you will see clutter creek. Cross this obstacle at the first opportune moment (Note: the sooner you by-pass this obstacle the better off you will be.) Loosing your perception of impossibility will allow you passage through the crux section of your chosen path. Boldly continue upwards rejoicing in the past but looking at the future. Upon reaching the summit ridge continue upwards until climaxing at the pinnacle of your wildest dreams. You may wish to go further, but you should click in here. The descent route will make itself apparent by its abundance of steepness, deepness and all around epicness. Enjoy your Gnardelhorn.

Driving the Alaska Highway one will find themselves in the small town of Glenallen. Ahead lies the road leading to the Alaskan Metropolis of Anchorage. To your left the Richardson highway will wisk one into the realm of skiers, sledders, and oil pipeline workers by the shores of Valdez. If one has any inkling to look back even for a moment there it will be, Mt. Sanford. All 16 thousand ft of the dissected strata-volcano will be there, lying at the north western edge of the largest park on the continent, Wrangell St Elias. Again it was to be myself and comrade Marcus Waring on yet another instalment on our Alaskan Crusade of 2008.

Once upon a time, in a sacred land that will forever be,

Sat two young climbers from western BC

High in the Wrangles, so far from the coast

On the “No Road to Cordova Alaska”

Nearing the final days of April myself and accomplis Marcus warring spent an afternoon waiting out the rain scheming how we could get out of Valdez. The epitomized holy land of every skier and we wanted out. Like a disease we were done feasting on the peaks and glaciers surrounding Thompson pass, now the time was upon to move onto the next host. In the last 3 seasons I’ve been migrating up to Alaska, Cordova always had an allure to me but the hardships of getting there made it a hard reality on a dirt bag skitour-ist’s budget.