I'd like to get back in the grove of posting more often and about more interesting things...no promises (if anyone still reads this :).
Where do I start? This past season I focussed on filming with MSP. As I mentioned in a previous post, we went on an awesome trip to Pemberton, BC and camped out by Tenquill Lake. After the season came to an end in Whistler, I started my journey south back to California for a few days of rest then on the road again to Greenland with Warren Miller. The trip to Greenland was spectacular.
Warren Miller and The Climate Reality Project invited myself, Ted Ligety, and Mark Abma. We lived on a boat for over a week traveling to and from fjords until we found some terrain that we wanted to ski. The mountains were beautiful, the town was colorful, but it was the worst snow year in 26 years according to our guides.
The fact that the snow conditions weren't the best didn't really bother us. As our crew assembled we quickly bonded and I instantly knew it was going to be an awesome trip. Because of the camaraderie between all of us, Greenland was an absolute blast.
It was amazing to travel to a place that I had never dreamed about. This exotic land that I didn't really know much about until I started to research before my trip became a very mysterious place to me. It's climate is so harsh and so cold. It's no wonder there are very few people, not to say that it is a bad place at all. You feel so desolate when you are out there in the mountains surrounded by ocean and very few people. I found it to be majestic and so beautiful.
It's vast land of ice that continued to stretch out over the whole island felt deep with history. When you looked into it up close you could see veins that ran for miles and miles. The depth of the color blue was so intense I tried hard to capture it in a photo, but inevitably failed to do so as nothing so beautiful and so deep could be captured by anything else other than the human eye.
Greenland was and still is a bit of a mystery to me. Maybe it's because I felt like sometimes the streets were so empty. It's so cold there people must spend more time inside. The houses are all painted so colorfully, I'm almost certain that they cheer you up on a frosty day. That was the end of my winter. It was the coldest that I have ever been and farthest away I have ever felt from home (in a good way, a way of adventure).