Do you know what a murmuration is, and have you ever witnessed such a dazzling display of avian behavior? The accompanying video shows an enormous flock of European starlings — a murmuration — swirling through the sky in a magnificent ballet that almost seems choreographed.
It’s not easy to set a record on the roof of the world—especially one that involves paddling. Everest has been climbed more than 3,000 times since the first ascent 58 years ago, so you’re going to have to do something very, very different if you want a record on the world’s tallest peak. It’s been skied down, climbed by a blind man, an amputee, a 13-year-old and a 76-year-old.
The rain turns to sleet as we gain elevation; ahead and across the valley, clear accumulation shows the depravity of an early October snowstorm in Germany’s Black Forest. Sweat still rising from furrowed brows, we cross the snow line, coughing into stiff hands and stretching sore muscles. We get back into our positions, the canoe between us, and continue our portage.
I knew I had forgotten something when coming to Brazil. I realized what it was—to learn Portuguese—when I tried to ask how long the drive would be. Thanks to my book, Beginning Portuguese, which I’d glanced at on the plane, I could at least ask our driver where the laundromat was and count to 999 as his Land Rover bounced up the long, insanely bumpy driveway to his farm, Fazenda Bonito.
Just as Brit Jeff Allen and Irish paddler Harry Whelan were completing a rocket-fast 25-day circumnavigation of Ireland in early May, a solo sea kayaker from Northern Ireland was getting started on her own attempt to paddle around the Emerald Isle’s 1,000-mile perimeter. Elaine “Shooter” Alexander, a British Canoe Union instructor and former world-class surf kayaker…
Just when they thought they couldn’t push it any harder, Britain’s Jeff Allen and Irish paddler Harry Whelan dug deep, emptied the tanks and crushed the 20-year-old speed record for sea kayaking around Ireland. They completed the circumnavigation in 25 days; the previous record was 33 days.
Erik Boomer and Jon Turk officially departed for their 100-something day attempt to circumnavigate Ellesmere Island on May 2, from Ottawa, Canada. As Boomer describes it, they will be linking together various puddle-jumping flights, including a stop-over on Baffin Island, until they reach the real “put-in.”
Among the many challenges awaiting sea kayakers Jeff Allen and Harry Whelan in their attempt to set a new speed record for circumnavigating Ireland, two stand out: The fickle weather and unforgiving cliffs of the Emerald Isle’s west coast, and the temptation of pints of Guinness in countless coastal pubs. Next week, Allen, a Brit, and Ireland-native Whelan will set off to try to break the 33-day circumnavigation record set in 1990 by Mick O’Meara, Dermot Blount, Brian Fanning and Karl Heery.
One of this video’s opening narrations says it all: “Day one, we found a dead body… It’s the second one we’ve found.” That sums up the intensity of Siberia’s Lower Bashkaus Gorge high in the Altai Mountains just north of Mongoia, tackled last summer by Sickline Adidas Team members…
By Tim Mutrie Tim Taylor of Tauranga, New Zealand just completed paddling around New Zealand’s South Island, and now he’s about halfway through completing his kayak circumnavigation of the North Island, too. Taylor, a 23-year-old tractor driver and former winemaker, is attempting to complete the first continuous solo kayak circumnavigation of New Zealand—the north and […]
By Conor Mihell Published: January 19, 2011 A series of frustrating pitfalls have hampered the getaway plans of British expedition kayakers Justine Curgenven and Barry Shaw in their attempt to circumnavigate Isla Grande Tierra Del Fuego. The island, the largest in South America and located at its very southern tip, has never been circumnavigated. Originally […]
It’s a gorgeous January day near Espanola Island, a 23-square-mile hunk of black volcanic rock in the south-east corner of the Galapagos Archipelago. No sooner have my wife Hilary and I dipped our paddles in the water than a smooth, whiskered brown head pops up five feet away and stares with liquid, fathomless eyes.
Darcy is pantomiming to me from an eddy at the bottom of a rapid on Ecuador’s Mishualli River. She’s pointing, tapping her head, and finally motioning with her paddle. I feel like a flustered kid on first base who has forgotten the steal sign.
Dawn spread across Shark Bay, Australia’s most westerly point, and with the tide lapping at our feet we set off across the mirrored lagoon. It was a rare pleasure watching our boats’ shadows glide silently over the seabed because out in the open the northwesterly was waiting for us. We’d left Denham, Shark Bay’s only […]