The first sunrise of the year
Since 2013 I've welcomed every new year from a summit: up on New Year's Eve, a night under the stars, and the first sunrise of the year from the top.
Mountains, trails, skies and the places they lead.
Since 2013 I've welcomed every new year from a summit: up on New Year's Eve, a night under the stars, and the first sunrise of the year from the top.
Coast to coast on a red tandem called Kindness, with an empty seat for anyone who wanted to ride against human trafficking.
1,708 km and 28,000 m of climbing, solo and unsupported through the Tian Shan mountains of Kyrgyzstan.
A tandem with an empty back seat, 13 countries, and 180 people who rode it with me against human trafficking.
Solo and unsupported across Australia, from the Indian Ocean at Fremantle to the steps of the Sydney Opera House.
Cape Reinga to Bluff on a tandem with an empty back seat, and 140 people who took it against human trafficking.
A promise I made as a boy in Chennai, kept on the summit of Feldberg: a slice of Black Forest cake, eaten in the Black Forest.
Sleeping on top of the Cliffs of Moher, on the Wild Atlantic Way. One of the highlights of my life.
Cork to Donegal by bike along Ireland's Atlantic coast: 2,000+ km in 16 days, and a night asleep on the Cliffs of Moher.
The verse I wrote in my journal before Te Araroa, and the shell I picked up on Ninety Mile Beach to carry with me.
The length of New Zealand on foot, Cape Reinga to Bluff, running and hiking the whole trail in sandals against sex trafficking.
This was probably the oldest item on my bucket list. Even before I got into running, I always dreamed about skydiving.
Last weekend was a relaxing one. Rock climbing at Kings Bluff on Saturday (a post to follow on this) and fall photography on Sunday.
The spring tour for this weekend was Fall Creek Falls. I have been to this place twice but never really had the time to stay there and enjoy it; besides that, the weather sucked on both occasions.