The Year in Photos

As we prepare to draw the curtain on another mixed bag of a year, I thought I'd take a moment to reminisce on the past 12 months, and all the good, bad, and Elon that it encapsulated.

For Anita and I, 2022 was another year packed full of mountain adventures, mixed in with some minor speed bumps. We started it off by greeting a glorious first sunrise of the year from atop a mountain at 7:45am, before then catching Covid that same day (car-pooling.. le sigh). We also managed to get 3 separate bouts of Shingles through the year at unrelated times, and Anita would also tear an MCL while climbing a mountain in Italy.

I decided to switch to skiing (after 20 years of snowboarding), but did so for the first time while skinning up a mountain in the backcountry… only to discover once up top that I had no idea how to ski back down. The transition was as smooth as a Twitter change in leadership - comical, painful, disastrous.

We also squeezed in two international trips during the year, which was a welcome return to near pre-pandemic normalcy for us. Between experiencing midnight sunsets in Reykjavik, to ascending recently formed volcanic craters in the Icelandic Highlands, to drinking all the vino and climbing in the Italian Dolomites, to seeing the beauty of the Côte d’Azur, I felt deeply grateful for our privileged positions in life.

Despite all the unrest and troubles throughout the world, I hope that you were able to chase some adventures, big or small, in the past 365. And fret not if you didn’t, here’s to brighter days, and the promise of new opportunity in this coming year. All the best!



Previous annual mosaics: 2021 | 2020 | 2019 | 2018 | 2017 | 2016 | 2015 | 2014 | 2013 | 2012 | 2011 | 2010 | 2009

Shingles, Snow, and Summit Brews

On Friday, I got shingles. On Saturday, I slogged up this steep mountain, and washed down my prescription antivirals with a beer while on the summit. The doctor, nurse, and two PhD students with me looked on disapprovingly. But really, the word ‘approvingly’ is feature in there, so let’s not focus on the negatives, alright?

Sunrises of the year so far

I assume your social media feeds are like mine - an endless tire fire of people bickering, and articles about shitty people doing shitty things... I don't know about you, but I don't find wading through it very fun. If we're friends here, it's because there was some common ground between us, and chances are there's more of that than what we differ on.

So a quick reminder in case you've been circling a well of anger and despair for the past while: it's okay to seek some light and levity through the darkness. We all could use some more of it.

(I don't usually wake up early enough to get out to a nicer vantage point for sunrise, but even so, there have been a few nice ones from the comfort of my upstairs window this year).

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life...

Someone once joked that I eat mountains for breakfast. So it felt kind of fitting to start off 2022 with a 3:00am wakeup to go catch the first sunrise of the year from atop a summit, before most had even awoken to nurse their hangovers. We would be the only group to actually make it to the summit for sunrise, and Anita and I stubbornly stayed long enough to ensure we saw the full palette of colours from pre-dawn to fully risen colours of the sun in the sky. It was -26 degrees at the parking lot, and with the wind strafing our faces up top at 7:45am, it felt far colder than that. But while our faces and hands were frozen, I felt a sense of warmth knowing we'd started off the year exactly as I'd envisioned - in the company of good friends, with the promise of new light washing over us.

In the words of the wise Nina Simone, "It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life... and I'm feeling good"

We got to summit while the sky was still quite dark, but the colours of the incoming sunrise were the most intense.


Minutes later, the skies brightened up and headlamps were no longer necessary.


There are worse views to start off the year.




The winds were vicious as we stayed up top. We would only stay long enough to see the full range of colours crest as the sun rose beyond the horizon, before batting a hasty retreat.
















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