December-April 2015
Modern Gold Rush
From the famous Dempster Highway to Keno City in Canada, we snowshoed through the Yukon during winter, for almost 3 months. Just picture that ! Over 500 km of (yet) untouched wilderness along the Arctic Circle : a vast expanse of taiga and tundra unrolled over the Ogilvie and MacKenzie Mountains, with its lakes and rivers ; home to caribou heards, wolf packs, moose, lynx, grizzlies and eagles ; first nations ; old trappers and gold miners ; after the pioneers and explorers of the famous Klondike ! Panting, puffing, smilling or swearing, pulling our gear and supplies over sleds, we tried our hands at the symphony of those enchanted valleys, echoing the peaceful "crunch crunch" of our steps in the snow. |
July-August 2012
On the ROAD
With a bunch of close friends, tired of being stuck to our desks in gloomy libraries with no horizon or hope of salvation whatsoever, we decided to cycle from Riga to Brussels, going through Budapest. And so we went for 2 full months of zig-zagging through the country, experiencing this pure feeling of freedom provided by our bikes and the simplicity of our living. And what kicks didn't we get from it ! |
February-March 2009
Dammit! Yukon's cold
Winter 2009. After being stuck for 2 weeks at -55°C near Dawson City - being at the time the second coldest place on Earth (after some middle-of-nowhere siberian town) - we headed into the wild country of the Ogilvie Mountains, looking for the log cabins from Mary's early trapper childhood. This range lies north of Dawson in N-W Canada, along the Arctic Circle, and we hiked in it for 35 days of awesomeness : low temperatures and auroras ; trapping and hunting ; pulling our gear and supplies in homemade sleds and sleeping in snow trenches. |
May 2003
Manhood is on its way!
My first adventure : back when I was 13, my father took me out for a great journey in the Alps. One extended weekend - for which I had myself cursed by my French teacher whose class I'd missed - we got on the road down to Chamonix and climbed l'Aiguille de la Bérangère (3425 m). It isn't exactly the highest or most technical peak in the Alps but still, for me it was a first great experience : first walk on a glacier, ice-climbing some seracs, first night in a refuge, early morning approach to the peak and a great memory with my father. |