They begin life as notions, as questions or hypotheses. In time they turn into elaborate sculptures of metal, epoxy and silicon. In sudden eruptions of fire and billowing smoke they are tossed up and out of the atmosphere, out into the cold void between worlds. Streaking like bullets across the immense expanses of the solar system, they carry armadas of instruments to catalog and analyze all that they pass — chattering away back to their human parents with tiny electronic voices across hundreds of millions of miles.
Read MoreIntention for 2020: Exposure
New Years resolutions are old hat. Significant changes in life require formulating a plan and making a commitment regardless of what month of the year it is.
Still, it’s nice to start a new year off with new energy. In the place of resolutions or random goals specific to the month of January, I have started a tradition of setting a one-word intention for the new year. In 2015, it was freedom. In 2018 (the year I quit my job and started my full-time freelance career) it was tenacity. The word I’ve chosen for 2020 is exposure.
Read MoreThe Year in Books
I am an expedition by myself, complete with rations, a weapon, and a book to read. - Beryl Markham
This past year included over forty flights, eight road trips, and approximately four dozen books. Looking back at what I read in 2019, it’s easy to spot some obvious parallels: like reading Wake in Fright while road-tripping across the Australian Outback, or finishing up Sea People: The Puzzle of Polynesia while flying to Apia, Samoa.
I read my usual fair share of non-fiction adventure stories, but I also picked up a few things outside my wheelhouse: the memoir of a famous actor. A guide to effective public speaking. A novel about love.
I will always enjoy stories of extreme endeavors in remote places (and you’ll see several included in the list below), but variety is the spice of life. The diverse collection of books I read this year offered up inspiration, comfort, affirmation, challenge, pain, and most importantly new perspectives.
Read MoreAlways Worth It
In February of 2019, Kate Gould traveled to the Florida Keys to construct underwater tables at four different offshore locations. Through a collaboration with the Coral Restoration Foundation, she obtained 64 fragments of Orbicella annularis (boulder star coral) and transplanted them to her tables. For the past year, she has been monitoring the growth and overall health of these corals as part of her PhD research in the Bruno Lab at UNC-Chapel Hill.
Here she reflects on how the project is going, the challenges and rewards that come with underwater field work, and what she has learned so far.
Read MoreA Different Kind of Summit
“If we were up there right now, we’d be drinking tea in the refugio,” I say, staring at the bright, glaciated summit surrounded by stars. “And we’d start climbing in three hours.”
It is a perfectly clear night. From our vantage point at The Secret Garden hostel, we can see the entirety of the Cotopaxi volcano. I stare longingly at the beautiful mountain I have wanted to climb for so long, trying to detach from the lump of disappointment that seems to have settled in my stomach.
The riots and protests that started the day I arrived in Ecuador have increased in intensity and violence, resulting in a start of emergency in Quito. All schools are closed. The government has moved from Quito to Guayaquil. And every national park in the country is closed.
The civil unrest has thrown a giant wrench in our plans for attempting some alpine summit bids. We’ve done a few big hikes, but our ice axes, crampons, and other mountaineering equipment has remained at the bottom of our duffle bags, untouched.
I’m bummed out, but trying to look on the bright side: I’ve spent just over a week in one of my favorite countries, enjoying conversations with people from all over the world, and practicing my rusty Spanish.
Of course dear Jon, the best adventure buddy in the world, has said all the right things: This has been a great trip and Ecuador is awesome. Thank you for bringing me here. Don’t worry— we’ll come back to climb Cotopaxi.
The following morning, we pack our bags to head to the Quito airport. We think our trip is over. But the real adventure is just about to begin.
Read MoreDecompression Time
Sharp, loose lava rocks lurch under my boots. I stagger slightly, adjust my stance, and keep going. I will spend the next 10 hours hiking up and down this volcano, but my footing will never feel completely steady.
This lack of balance is nothing new. Having just returned to land after three weeks at sea, I’ve been trying to find solid footing (physically and mentally) for the past six days.
Coming back from a big expedition requires a period of adjustment. I often equate it to scuba diving. If you come up too fast from a deep dive, nitrogen bubbles in your bloodstream will burst.
Likewise, transitioning too quickly from expedition life back to “real life” can result in the mental equivalent of the bends.
Read MoreBenthic Beckoning
When my alarm goes off, I immediately silence it in hopes of not waking my roommate. I dress quickly and quietly in the dark, pulling on the Carharrt pants I’ve worn every day for the past week, along with a long-sleeve shirt, and a vest with the E/V Nautilus emblem.
I grab my water bottle and coffee mug, open the door, and gently close it behind me. In the hallway, I glance down at my phone — it’s 3:25am.
Starting the workday at this outrageously early hour doesn’t bother me. In fact, my 3am alarm generates an energy similar to what I’ve come to associate with alpine starts. Waking up in the dead of night in a remote place (whether it’s a glaciated volcano or the middle of the Pacific Ocean) fills me with resolve and excitement. A small inner voice says let’s go do something epic.
This time around, the epic thing is filming life on the ocean floor.
Read MorePilot's Daughter
Ever since I can remember, people have asked me: “What is it like to have a dad that’s a pilot?”
My response has always been the same: “What is it like to have a dad that isn’t a pilot?”
As soon as he was old enough to understand the concept of airplanes, Art Parker knew he wanted to fly them. Hired by United Airlines at the age of 24, my dear dad has spent the past 40 years flying all over the world. He has been a captain since 1996, responsible for the safety and well-being of hundreds of people traveling thousands of miles ever single day. He has flown six kinds of Boeing jets to over 20 countries. Altogether, Captain Parker has spent approximately 40, 000 hours in the sky.
The only thing that surpasses my dad’s dedication to flying is his devotion to family. In addition to being an outstanding captain, he is a phenomenal father.
This is my tribute to his career, and to the remarkable experiences, lessons, and values I have gained from having a dad that’s a pilot.
Read MoreAlaska: Land of Dreams
“Marley, Denali is out today,” Ben says from the driver seat. “You’ll see it just around this turn.”
I put down my book and immediately feel a small knot of nerves (excitement? longing? disbelief?) materialize in my stomach. Like much of Alaska, Denali has captivated my imagination for years. I’ve devoured dozens of books, videos, photos, essays, magazine articles, and social media posts about North America’s largest mountain.
But I haven’t talked to many people about it.
Earlier in this trip, I hesitated to broach the subject of Denali with Ben. I assumed (correctly) that he had climbed it. But I wondered what he would think when I voiced my desire to summit one of the most formidable mountains in the world.
After all, I am still a baby mountaineer. My big mountain experience consists of a few trips to the Cascades. My physical fitness level is mediocre at best. My technical alpine skills are still very limited.
And yet, I have this massive life goal: Climb Denali.
Read MoreAloha Kilo Moana
Science says the olfactory system provides our strongest sensory connection to memory. When I step aboard the R/V Kilo Moana in Honolulu Harbor, the first thing I notice are the smells: the unique mix of industrial cleaner, steel, salt spray, and cooking oil immediately transports me back to the months I spent at sea last year. I’ve never been on this ship before, yet everything looks familiar: the beige hallways, the bolted handrails, the posted safety protocols, the bright orange EEBDs, the red immersion suits, and the strict, bold reminders printed on paper warped from humidity: Shut the doors quietly. Use hand sanitizer before meals. If it hasn’t been digested through your body, don’t flush it down the toilet.
Read MoreInto the Outback
After a couple beers, it’s time to see more of the property. Adsy and I eye the ATVs (or “quad bikes”) eagerly. “I’m quite keen,” he says.
“Me too — I love these things.”
All of us clamber onto a variety of off-road vehicles, and as the sun beats down and dust whips our faces, we ride into the Outback.
Read MoreThe Trade Winds of Youth
After a quick stop to pick up a six pack of Kona IPA, we head straight to the beach.
“We call this pau hana,” Jubes says, as our toes sink into the soft sand. “Pau means done, and pau hana refers to being done with work for the day—it’s the time for chillin.”
When we go swimming, I try to take in everything around me: revitalizing salt water. Abundant sunshine. Picturesque views. But most of all, I feel immensely grateful to have this quality time with one of my best friends.
Read MoreDoing It Like a Woman
In honor of International Women’s Day, I want to share stories of women who have been (and continue to be) massive sources of inspiration and motivation for me. They are mountaineers, marathon swimmers, scuba divers, and polar explorers. They are leaders. They are survivors. And they are brilliant authors.
This list below includes works of non-fiction written in first-person by women who seek adventure, discovery, and scientific endeavors in domains many consider “traditionally male-dominated.” Scrolling through the titles, you may notice recurring themes and subjects — pursuits in the alpine world, epic endeavors in the ocean, and expeditions around the world, from Antarctica to the Himalayas to the outback of Australia.
Read MoreIgnore the Forecast
Standing in the doorway of Robert’s house in downtown Harrisonburg, I stare at monochromatic misting rain and gray skies. It’s a typical winter day in northern Virginia—wet, cold, and bleak.
“This is perfect weather to curl up with a cup of coffee and read a good book,” I say, turning to Robert. Reclined on the couch in his sweatpants, he looks exceedingly comfortable. “Are you still down to do a hike?”
He nods. “Of course.”
Read MoreStay Sexy and Do Good Science
After driving nearly 900 miles, stepping out of the car and into the warm evening air of southern Florida feels especially sweet. We have just arrived in Homestead, a small town located a few dozen miles north of the Florida Keys. Within five minutes, we pull bags and gear from the trunk, take a quick look around our AirBnB, then head straight to the back yard. While Kate strums a melody on her ukulele, I stretch and stare at the day’s final rays of sun peeking through giant palm leaves. It almost feels like a vacation. Almost.
Read MoreMerely Tenacity
A year ago today, I quit my job at UNC to pursue being a full-time freelance photographer, videographer, and professional adventurer.
Read MoreDo the best you can with what you have
Faced with the daunting task of handling life-threatening situations, the WFR protocol arms us with a set of systems. We learn how to check heart rate, respiration rate, and blood pressure. We learn how to evaluate a patient’s skin, and pupils, and level of consciousness. We learn these six measures are our vital signs.
We cover topic after topic: Sprains. Strains. Fractures. Seizure. Stoke. Heart attack. Shock.
With each new subject, Randy tosses out a short story or one-liner. A stroke is “the brain’s version of a heart attack.” Shock is “a momentary pause in the process of dying.” Skin is “the best Gortex you’re ever going to get!”
Read MoreIt adds up
Today is December 31st. In just a few hours, the righteous, volatile, and life-changing year that has been 2018 will come to an end. In an attempt to make sense of the past 365 days, I am adding up numbers.
128: the number of days I spent at home in Chapel Hill/Durham.
237: the number of days I spent traveling.
Four major road trips across 18 states in the U.S., a corner of Canada, and two regions of Japan equals roughly 12,000 miles traveled by car.
105 days of living and working at sea comes out to over 9,000 nautical miles traveled by ship.
16 flights equate to about 17,500 miles traveled by plane.
Read MoreWith the band in Japan
After spending two months at sea this summer, one of my colleagues from the ship told me her buddy was planning to bring a group of American musicians to Japan for the first time. She suggested I reach out to him about documenting the tour.
A couple e-mails, two phone calls, and one very long plane ride later, I find myself in Japan, meeting Gus Bennett for the first time, along with with singer-songwriter Pat Hull and folk rock duo The Smoking Flowers. I have landed in a strange, foreign place, but I quickly come to find I am among friends.
Read More100 Days at Sea
Before 2018, I had never spent more than two days on a boat in the open ocean.
In the past nine months, I have joined four different major research expeditions, culminating in over 100 days spent living and working at sea. Below are just a few moments (and people) that stand out in my mind.
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