Mission Complete! Announcing the Winner of MHW's Mission Project Contest:

We are pleased to announce that Christopher Serenari won the 2007 edition of Mountain Hardwear's Mission Project contest. Read about Christopher's project.

Now that you're here, why not stay a while? Cruise down the page and learn about past Mission Projects. Who knows? One of these stories just might spark some inspiration...


Announcing the Golden Nut Award!
golden_nut_award_78px_CROP.jpg The Golden Nut Award is awarded to Mission Project winners by our esteemed panel of Mountain Hardwear judges. Click here to see a full list of all the winners! Don't forget to submit your own mission and maybe you'll win one too?

December 18, 2007

Two Girls and One Mission


By Katy Nelson

My best friend Shannon and I are rock climbers from Nebraska. Yes, you read that right. We were both born and raised in Nebraska and love to climb rocks. An oxymoron?...maybe...after all, Nebraska boasts zero outdoor climbing venues in its beautiful expanse of rolling sand hills, river valleys, farm and grass lands. Heck, cattle even outnumber people in the state. Luckily, Shannon and I met by chance 4 years ago at the University of Nebraska climbing gym. One "take off as soon as class ends on Friday" road trip to Colorado was the only catalyst needed to set our "mission" in motion.

"Hey Shannon, do you want to go on a cross-country rock climbing road trip?" I asked. The sun warmed my back as we climbed and basked at Shelf Road, a climbing area near Canon City, Colorado. It was so empowering to be out...just the two of us...

"Okay," was Shannon's simple reply, and it was settled.

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December 5, 2007

Cycling for a Cause


By Michal Brichacek

My name is Michal Brichacek, and I am your just your average college student, although some people disagree with me. This summer I bicycled from Alaska to Panama in order to raise money for the Lance Armstrong Foundation, a distance of over 12000 kilometers in just under 120 days.

What prompted this radical idea? It all began last year when I traveled to China. A thought jumped into my head: "How amazing would it be to bicycle the Great Wall of China?" When I came back home, planning began immediately. Unfortunately such a trip proved to be much more difficult than expected as you need special permission from the Chinese government, which can take years to get. Being as I didn't have such time, I started looking for a different route. And this is precisely how I came upon the idea of bicycling across North America, from Alaska all the way to Panama.

When I first told my parents about my idea they told me there was no way they would let me do it. Undismayed, I kept bringing up the idea and then finally bought a one-way ticket to Alaska. When they realized they couldn't stop me, they now told me that I had to find someone to come with me. As much as I tried to do just that, I wasn't able to find anyone crazy enough to accompany me. Ironically, now that I am back several people tell me that they wish they would have come with me.

And so on the day of May the 3rd I set off for the frigid land of Alaska, just me and my bicycle. The road proved to be much harder than I had anticipated, but being as I am very stubborn I pushed on regardless. I got rained on, hailed on, thunder stormed on, and even snowed on, but I promised myself to never stop for poor weather conditions.

The states and countries kept flying by, although very slowly. The temperatures began to slowly increase from freezing to unbearably hot in the deserts of the Baja peninsula of Mexico. I had begun my trip in snow capped mountains and was now braving scorching deserts. Soon I would be likewise battling hurricane winds as well as monsoon rains. Although I had to spend anywhere from six to eight hours on the bicycle per day, I still managed to meet many interesting people along the way as well as see many beautiful sights.

My trip was not without incident however. Actually, I had three accidents in which I was fortunately not severely injured. I crashed and slid on asphalt near Whistler, British Columbia while going around a hairpin turn at just under 50 km/h. In Mexico I fell into an eight foot deep hole near the road caused by heavy rains. I managed to jump into nearby thorny bushes which made the fall less painful, but it still wasn't exactly enjoyable. Finally in the capital city of Nicaragua I was hit by a car which did not see me while turning.

Miraculously I managed to make it to Panama. I didn't just bicycle the whole way, but I likewise saw many great things which I will remember for the rest of my life. Many people have told me that this was the trip of a lifetime, but I tell them otherwise! It is only one of many great trips that I plan to undertake in the future, the only thing that limits me currently is lack of resources. But alas, that's life!

If you're interested, I kept a daily blog and took thousands of photos through out my trip, all of which can be found at http://www.CyclingForACause.Com. By diving into my journals you too can undertake the trip from Alaska to Panama, all from the comfort of your chair!

November 30, 2007

Third Time's the Charm


By Matthew Smith

It may not be as exclusive as Rainier or Everest, but it's the obstacles that we encountered on our trek to the summit of Mount St. Helens that makes this an everlasting memory.

We started our strategy of climbing St. Helens in mid February of '07. Though this would be a cake walk compared to our other climbs, we still prepared like we always did. (GPS, water, food, locator, etc.) Our first trip wrapped up before we even made it to the mountain. One of many the earthquakes at St. Helens brought down boulders the size of VW Bugs across the road and blocked the rest of our trip. We waited a week only to return to trees across the road from a windstorm the day prior. Finally, on our third attempt we made it onto the mountain. It was a clear day starting off at 4k feet. We decided to break at a cave we found at 6500 feet to get some food in our bodies. Suddenly, with our JetBoil screaming, the weather took a turn for the worse. We went from seeing the sun to seeing the blinding white of a snow squall. To make things worse, we were on the worm flow ridge which enhanced the wind by at least 20mph. We decided to call it a day and head back down to the tree line for protection.

This shows that the weather forecasts are never accurate because we experienced the same situation in our next 3 trips. Winds in excess of 60mph, complete whiteout, and relying solely on GPS to get back. And it always happened while we were resting in that cave. The cave of wrath.

Finally, 3 months after our initial summit attempt we made it to the top. A beautiful clear day that stayed that way. It was the non technical climb we had expected all along. But to get there, we were shown some of St. Helens' wrath. The mountain is alive. You can feel it, and when you're at the top you can hear it. A noise like none other. But like I tell my fellow climbers, it may be a walk in the park, but you have to stand at the edge of that crater just once and feel the awesome forces going on beneath you.

To conclude this story I must begin another. When I was a small child growing up in Ohio, I was intrigued by the eruption of Mount St. Helens. I had always told my mother, "Mom, someday I'm going to go there. Someday I'll experience what pictures can't tell me". Well mom, here I am... at the top!!!

November 8, 2007

Mission: The Rite of Passage Climb


By Roy Miller

Several months ago a really good friend of mine laid out this plan to take his then 12-year-old son through a year of mentoring to help bring him into adulthood. He asked several of his friends from Roseville to join in the journey and then he also wanted me to be apart. The idea was to take his son through a "Rite of Passage." I was honored to be apart and a bit humbled, what could I possibly offer from Boise, Idaho.

My idea was to take Greg and Clint on a climbing trip to spearhead the year and then I would talk with Clint once a month give him stuff to chew on and then we would cap the year with a big trip, something that would really push Clint. We came up with Castle Crags to kick the year off. I climbed the Cosmic Wall several years ago with my brother and I thought it would offer a do-able challenge. The whole Shasta area is very special to Greg's family. Their family has hunted there for generations and they still spend a ton of time up there, so we thought it would be cool for Clint to be able to point out the climb he did to his whole family on the next hunting trip.

The plan was hatched and I left for Castle Crags on a Thursday after work. I was so excited to see old friends the 9-hour drive flew by. I rolled into the campground at 3:30 on Friday morning threw down a pad and got a couple hours of sleep. I was set to meet the guys at 8:00 AM.

Friday was great we spent the day hanging out watching Clint fish and just reconnected after almost a year of not seeing each other. The day was filled with conversations on what it truly meant to be a man, and Clint's current perspective on man-hood and what he hoped to get out of the year of mentoring. I wonder what would happen if more fathers would take a serious as Greg is their responsibility to help shape their sons out look on man-hood. I just wonder. Friday night was filled with great food and prepping for the next days climb. Clint was excited and ready to go. Up until this point he had only be to the gym and a couple of days of top roping. Greg is a solid climber, but this was going to be his longest multi-pitch, so he was equally excited.

Saturday was perfect the weather was great, temps were cool ad we got an early start. The hike in is pretty mellow maybe 3.2 miles and we dispatched that in just over and hour. The climb was great. 6 pitches of great rock and some really good belay stations. There was a party in front us, which really worked out. It kept us from rushing and we hung out and each station and just enjoyed being on the rock. The climbing went quick not a lot of pro on the climb but it is only 5.6 so no problem. The summit was perfect we had it to our selves and spent maybe an hour just taking it all in and listen to Clint talk about how much he loved this and if we could do another climb on the way back to camp. We created a monster and he was loving it. The decent involves two raps off of the back. Clint had never rapped before so I rapped down first and had another line set up so I could lower him from below. On the Second rap Clint wanted to rap and not be lowered so his dad rapped o ff and gave him a fireman's belay.

The weekend was great; Clint's year is in full swing and is now dreaming of his next adventure, he's leaning towards the Tetons or maybe Shasta.

As always your gear and the innovation behind it allow ordinary people to accomplish the amazing. Keep up the great work!

October 26, 2007

Mission: Hike the Entire Roan Highlands


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By Casey Pickell

I accomplished a mission of mine: to hike the entire Roan Highlands section of the AT which is about 20 miles or so of some pretty steep elevation climb.

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October 18, 2007

Wyoming -- Not as Hot as China

By John Vallejo

One of the fun things about going climbing in new areas is that you can't be quite sure of what unexpected circumstances will be waiting there for you, nor whether you'll be able to handle it. Initially, the plan was to go with friends to China for a couple months and check out the climbing on the limestone karsts. But unlike missionaries of the past, we were bringing ropes, drills, bolts and cameras with the mission of establishing new routes. There was a ton of gear to pack, and since it all fit into the Solitude Pack I picked up for the trip, I didn't mind going over weight at the airport.

China was pretty intense. With such a huge population, the "small" cities had a perpetual downtown-rush hour feel to them, but the sticky heat was most stifling. Bringing towels to the crags to sop up the dripping sweat after a climb was not in the plans. Fortunately, everyone stayed motivated and we managed about three weeks of daily climbing and some awesome FA's before the heat became too much. So the mission changed to: Re-Pack, Get Out of China, and Go...to Wyoming.

After days on buses, trains and airplanes I found myself driving with my girlfriend through the Great Western Desert. In a sense, Wyoming would be just like China because it was a place I had never been to before. But that's about as close as they'd get, because in Wyoming, at about 9,000 feet during September, the weather is basically the opposite of what I had just encountered. The warm LoDown jacket, Cohesion shell and Runout pants I needlessly brought to China became essential to the new mission: Stay Warm and Dry to Keep the Climbing Progression Going.

The warm clothing protected us well against the cold weather emerging through the changing seasons and we were able to stay psyched on the quality climbing in the area. During a rest day in Lander I randomly ran into a Hardwear rep. from Colorado who offered to exchange the external frame of my pack for a better fitting size (I had a friend pick it up for me in a rush before I left for China). The helpful exchange made hiking to the crags that much easier, and although I can't prove it to be a direct cause, I soon thereafter sent the hardest climbs of my life. Looking back on the trip, "having a good time" was definitely the ultimate mission, and it was a huge success.

Halibut, or Carri and the Sea

By Carri Noel

It was one of those Alaskan summer days that you couldn't resist getting out and enjoying. The sun was bright and the air so fresh it stung your lungs at each inhale. Along with my new "Papa" (father-in-law) and sister-in-law I headed out to the Spit, on the tip of Homer, to do some last minute summer halibut fishing. We anxiously jumped in the truck, planning on catching a bunch and filling our freezers for winter. We ooed and awed at the gorgeous view of the tall spruce trees and sharp mountain peaks as we crested each new hill along our two hour drive from Soldotna. I tried to envision this glistening ocean to my right as if it was my first time seeing it. I took this land and all its beauty for granted way too much and was going to make sure I saw this day through different eyes.

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October 16, 2007

Beautiful Places Episode 6 -- Tomales Point, Pt. Reyes National Seashore

By Tony Farley

My plan was to hike to Tomales Point in Point Reyes National Seashore, see the birds, the elk, and enjoy the ocean on a wonderful sunny day. I then was hoping to see the sunset from the Point Reyes Lighthouse. I had a perfect day up until the fog and wind came in. The temperature dropped and everything got soaked by the blowing fog. With wind gusts up to 50 mi/hr, the unprepared ran for their cars and left Point Reyes all to me. You see, I knew that a nice sunny day can quickly turn to bitter cold in a matter of minutes out on Point Reyes and I brought along my Mountain Hardwear Sub Zero Parka. I bring it everywhere because I know that whatever the weather throws at me, I know I'll be warm. If I have others with me, and someone is ill prepared, I can bring it out, put it on them, and they are warm and cozy instantly.

You can see my adventure at http://www.beautifulplaces.tv

Or watch it on iTunes: Beautiful Places in HD

Watch Beautiful Places in ipod/iphone format.

Watch Beautiful Places on YouTube, and view still images on my website.

Better Buoyancy Control

By Kathleen Simpson

My mission was to get in shape for a week long scuba trip which entails all shore diving. That meant hauling gear up and down the rock-strewn "beaches", handing down heavy tanks, etc. to my dive partner until we got all the gear assembled and ready.

The up-side was I used much less air underwater and was able to do longer dives. And I was much better at my bouyancy control this trip!

September 30, 2007

Running the Iraq 50k

By Evan Serpa

So about a month into my fifth deployment to the middle east I decided, with some inspiration, to get into ultra running. I had planned on using the time I had here to get into shape for a 50k upon my return to North Carolina. After being extended an extra few months, I realized I would be in Iraq during the race I was training for. My friend who had run a few times with me gave me a great idea... instead of missing the race I could run my own 50k in Iraq. So despite the 120+ degree daytime temps I decided I would give it a shot. The run went much better than planned and after a few days of resting and forgeting how bad my legs hurt I decided to push it even further and sign up for a 100 miler upon my return home. I have even had the pleasure of running with some of the Iraqi guards out here on a few occasions (who are sherpa tough and will run in full gear no matter how hot!!).

PS: I love your wicked tees for hot day running.

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