“Wide open or steep couloir?” says Mike Barney, taking drink orders. We’re standing on a mountaintop on Iceland’s Troll Peninsula, a nudge south of the Arctic Circle. Nobody’s in a particular hurry to the next run. The day is sunny and windless, the views too weird and too good. To the horizon, mountains with summits as smooth as snooker tables fall off into glacier-scooped valleys. Over the right shoulder, those valleys become fjords and drown themselves in the Norwegian Sea.
The executive order reaches back to include the 1.9-million-acre Grand-Staircase-Escalante, established in 1996 by then-President Bill Clinton. Photo: Bob Wick/BLMCan’t make it to Utah this week for U.S. Secretary of the Interior Ryan Zinke’s four-day “listening tour” regarding the controversial Bears Ears and Grand Staircase-Escalante national monuments?
Two years ago, Christopher Solomon moved to New York City from the Pacific Northwest and wrote about it in the City Weekly section of The New York Times. Things didn’t quite work out as he had hoped. I left you today. I know you didn’t even pause long enough to notice; you’ve never had much use for the past tense, New York, or for those who use it. You’ve always been a forward-looker, a destroyer and reassembler, the Great What’s Next.