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“I wonder if Keith is dead,” someone said. We (well, Dustin) were still driving north, having taken the ferry to Newfoundland the night before. Dustin Cormier’s eyes pointed forwards, finding the driving line so the trailer wouldn’t fishtail in the slop; the trailer being filled with two snow machines and three cases of…
In 1980, New England hardman Kurt Winkler stole across the border to snatch the first ascent of Pomme D’or, one of the finest ice climbs on the east coast. This must have smarted the locals as much as the 2012 robbery of 10,000—10,000—barrels of maple syrup from Quebec’s reserves. Winkler’s guiding the FA might have…
Week three on the glacier and things had gotten a little loose. Almost everyone had flown home. It was snowing.
On a mountain pocked with buildings, it is difficult to decide where, if anywhere, to draw the line.
