It’s done.
On May 29, I stood on the highest point in North America.
My second expedition to Denali was different than the first in several ways but one of the most striking things about this last trip was how familiar that place now feels. I have now cumulatively spent a month and a half of my life on the glaciers and flanks of one amazing and massive mountain. That fact... that I have even had that opportunity...is humbling. The route that lead me to Denali’s summit was certainly challenging at times and I hope that I am better for having met that challenge. The entire process of preparing for and taking two expeditions to Alaska is a lot to ponder and digest. I think that I might have said it best via satellite phone from the summit. I am grateful. What a great adventure Denali has been for me.
It is absolutely worth mentioning that I never would have even pursued this whole crazy thing if it were not for strong support back home. I owe a lot of thanks and praise to Teresa for doing some very heavy lifting while I have been away. She has really kept things on track. Thanks, love.
