Author Archive for: ‘Jake Norton’
My great uncle, Roe Duke Watson, served on the front lines in World War II. He was gravely wounded in 1945 after shrapnel from a 170mm German howitzer shell shredded his abdomen on Mount della Torraccia while serving in the 87th Mountain Regiment (10th Mountain Division). He was a great man, a hero of mine in myriad ways. On this Veteran’s Day, I salute all the men and women who have served and do serve our country and our world, and I honor deeply the sacrifices they make to uphold the values and rights of us all, inside the USA and outside. Uncle Duke was one of many who put it all on the line to protect the lives of those who needed help, to defeat fascism and racism and hatred and uphold fundamental human rights and freedoms. To all the veterans, thank you for your service to our country and to our world, and to the humanity which unites us all. #liveyouradventure #veteransday #10thmountaindivision #heroRead More
What do we do now? WTF?
This thought, and many more, have been ringing in my ears for the last couple days. I couldn’t think straight today, not because of Hillary losing, but because of him winning. Fear and anger have clouded my brain, racing thoughts of all the good that could be undone in 4 short years.
I’m sure I’m not alone.
But, optimism has slowly crept back in… optimism tempered with empathy, compassion, and resolve.
First off, empathy and compassion for those who have suffered so much in recent decades they’ve thrown their hat in Trump who’s spoon-fed them lies and preyed upon underlying resentments and fear. Empathy because while some are indeed seething racists and misanthropes I struggle to feel much of anything but anger for (I know, not very Christian or Buddhist of me, but I’m neither), there are many Trump supporters who truly have been left behind, abandoned by Democrats and Republicans alike, cast adrift by changing economics, shifting demographics, abysmal education, and a system and society which did little to help. They deserve our empathy, our compassion, for it is their very abandonment by our system which spawned the festering anger and contagious fear which in turn gave rise to Trump.
I have empathty and compassion equally – if not more so – for those who stand to suffer most under Trump. Blacks, Latinos, LGBTQ, immigrants, refugees, and women all stand to suffer greatly under Trump. If his policy threats are true, rights will be stolen in the name of the Constitution; many will suffer in the name of greatness; hatred, fear, and homogeneity will be the driving presumptions.
And, finally, I’m committed to have resolve. I’m not giving in to fear. I won’t let the power of anger and hate taint my perspective. I resolve to stay focused on that which I know is right and true. I resolve to defend the rights of all – black or white, straight or gay, rich or poor, human or animal – and believe first in the goodness of my fellow humans. I resolve to see the other side and the other perspective, and know it’s OK to agree to disagree… and then work toward a common solution. I resolve to defend the truth of [continued in comments]
On my first trip to the Southeast Ridge of Everest, I made a few hour foray from Basecamp o a rest day to check out this cool, rock spire far down the Khumbu Glacier. I didn’t have gear with me to climb it, so made do with bouldering at the base and enjoying the solitude, figuring erroneously it had never been visited, or climbed. It wasn’t until I got to know the amazing Tom Hornbein years later that I found out it had been climbed, by Hornbein and Barry Corbet on a similar foray some 39 years before. While insignificant as a climb, their small, fun ascent represents the ethic of the 1963 “West Ridgers” on Everest which I so admire: they were there not simply to get a summit, but rather for the adventure of the climb, a step into the unknown, the embrace of uncertainty and all the possibilities it opens up. Their climb of this little pinnacle pales in comparison to the historic ascent of the West Ridge, made 2 months later by Tom and Willi Unsoeld; but the underlying ethic, the desire to pursue a life of exploration, uncertainty, risk, and reward, is equal. Turning 86 today, Tom still embodies this ethic, on the mountain and off, whether hitting the trails and crags of Rocky Mountain National Park or taking piano lessons at home. Sending great birthday wishes to a hero of mine, a true inspiration, and one we can all learn from. #liveyouradventure #happybirthdayRead More
The rugged upper reaches of the Gangotri Glacier – where the first waters of the Ganges River (at this point, known as the Bhagirathi) come thundering from the snout of the glacier at a place called Gaumukh, or cow’s mouth – seems like a pristine wonderland. And, in many ways it is: the glacier yields to sweeping walls of granite forming massifs like Shivling, the Bhagirathis, and the Chaukhambas. The surface trickles of water are clean and crisp – so clean that we were able to drink no problem without any purification. But, look deeper, and the woes of the Ganges downstream are evident even here. In the snows at the base of Chaukhamba, our samples showed high levels of heavy metals and nitrates: pollutants borne on the winds and deposited in this high sanctuary. Even here, this fledgling river which nourishes 500 million downstream shows signs of wear and tear. @pedromcbride and I are thrilled to be sharing our film, Holy (un)Holy River, with everyone at @banffcentre tonight at 8pm. Link in profile. | In this photo, Pete McBride and @davidcmorton walk the moraine of the Gangotri above Sundarvan, with the Bhagirathi peaks rising behind. #liveyouradventure #bestmountainartistsRead More
The humble Jerry Can. It’s not something we think much of in the developed world. Perhaps we use one on car camping trips when water is not readily available; I’ve got a couple for just that purpose. Originally designed in the 1930’s for the German military (hence, “Jerry”) to haul gasoline, the typical Jerry Can holds 20 liters, or 5.3 US gallons, of liquid. In the developing world, the Jerry Can is both a symbol of hope and despair. Despair in that hundreds of millions of people – mostly women and children – spend hours each day hauling these jugs long distances to and from safe water points. A full Can weighs 44 pounds. For 800 million people globally, safe, accessible water is simply not a reality; this fundamental human right – which we take for granted – is a profound luxury for so many. But, the Can is also a symbol of hope, for throughout the developing world we see villagers queued at safe water points, working as a community to manage and sustain this vital resource. While far more difficult than simply turning on a tap, the collection of safe water from a communal tap is a big, positive step for countless communities. And with great organizations like @waterforpeople, @charitywater, @water_health, and more working hard to provide for those in need, the battle is slowly being won. | In this photo, Kabanda Epimaque repairs damaged jerry cans for villagers on the side of the road in Rulindo, Rwanda. He charges 5 to 35 cents per repair, depending on the size and scope of the damage. #waterislife #liveyouradventureRead More
No, it’s not Utah, but it looks a lot like it. A kingdom since 1380 (semi-autonomous from 1768 to 2008 under Nepali suzerainty, now no longer officially a kingdom), Upper Mustang, the Kingdom of Lo, is an other-worldly place in all ways. Here one sees firsthand the collision of centuries, as ancient lifestyles of subsistence agriculture and animal husbandry intermingle with roads and tourism, Facebook and television. The land of Mustang is physically changing as development creeps in, and the culture and heritage is as well. With human settlement dating back at least 3,000 years or more, there is ton to learn about and from in this remarkable region, but the clock is ticking. Just two years ago, not far from where this photo was taken, uranium was discovered. The race is now on to exploit this resource – a mixed blessing in a country like Nepal, landlocked with few natural resources. | In this photo, a centuries-old Tibetan Buddhist chorten blends into the high desert, ethereal landscape near the village of Samdzong. #liveyouradventureRead More
For millennia, the Ganges River – spiritual and physical lifeblood of India – has been considered sacred. Early Hindu texts speak of Maa Ganga, or Mother Ganges, being released from the heavens by Lord Shiva to allow the Hindu faithful to escape samsara (the cycle of death and rebirth) and attain moksha (transcendence from the earthly realm). Its water believed to be capable of absolving sin and providing both spiritual and physical cleansing, millions flock to the river’s banks daily to bathe, make offerings, and collect valuable Ganga jal – or Ganges water – to keep or share with loved ones. But, is there more to the river’s purity than simply spiritual reverence and myth? In 1896, bacteriologist Ernest Hankin published a paper for the Pasteur Institute on the existence of strange bacteria-fighting agents in the Ganges which limited the spread of cholera. 20 years later, this phenomenon was “proved” by Félix d’Hérelle with the discovery of microbes killing the dysentery bacillus; he called the microbe a bacteriophage. These hyper-specific bacteria-eaters exist almost everywhere, but are particularly prevalent in the Ganges; so much so that sailors of the British East India Company would only take Ganga jal on their ships, as it would not putrefy on the long journey back to England, and epidemics of cholera and typhoid are less rampant along the Ganga basic than they likely should be. A new study by India’s Institute of Microbial Technology (IMTECH) has now found new evidence that Maa Ganga does indeed have some self-cleansing properties; their research will be released in December. But, is the rampant pollution along the 1,500 mile river overwhelming even the phage’s ability to cleanse it? Is some of the ancient magic of this iconic river – one revered and reviled – being destroyed by overuse, abuse, and neglect? This and more is what @pedromcbride and I cover in our film, Holy (un)Holy River, showing this weekend at @banffcentre. | In this photo, two Hindu men take a sacred bath in the Ganges in Varanasi, Uttar Predesh, India.Read More
Mount #Kenya, Africa’s second highest peak, is stunning beautiful, and also critical to the nation’s #water supply: an estimated 70% of the country’s fresh water comes from the peak and its surrounding moorland and montane forest areas. For the Ewaso Ng’iro River – which feeds northern Kenya’s Samburu National Reserve – the number is even higher, with more than 90% of its water emanating from Mount Kenya. It’s no surprise that the glaciers of the mountain are rapidly disappearing; as with the only other glaciers in Africa (on Kilimanjaro and in the Rwenzori), Kenya’s glaciers are fading fast due to climate change. But, a new study in Cryosphere (shared by @glacierhub) finds the cause of this recession to be a bit surprising: it’s not due to increasing temperatures, but rather to decreasing precipitation. While that may seem to be an unimportant distinction, it has huge implications for East Africa (the case is the same in the Rwenzori and on Kilimanjaro) which is seeing an ever-drier climate and big jumps in desertification. For those living in the shadows of these peaks, this new finding means not only less water storage capacity in the region’s glaciers to carry through the dry season, but drier, tougher, and shorter wet seasons as well. | In this photo, sunrise casts soft light on Mt. Kenya’s jagged summits as seen from the slopes of Point #Lenana, a popular satellite peak of the mountain for trekkers. #liveyouradventure #mountainpartnership #welovemountains #climatechangeisreal #climateaction #mountkenya #bestmountainartists #travelstoke #worldcaptures #sunrise #getoutthere #glaciers