Nothing like returning from one adventure (a wee winter cycling jaunt above the Arctic Circle) to find a previous adventure showcased on the cover of The Explorers Journal. This is the official magazine of The Explorers Club, a society dedicated to "the ideal that it is vital to preserve the instinct to explore," meaning it's a club after my own heart. I pretty much fainted when I saw my name on the cover next to John Glenn (you know, just the first American to orbit the Earth), and Ed Burtynsky (a haunting, visionary fine arts photographer who manages to make us to look twice at, rather than flinch from, the industrial messes we've made of our planet).
As an undergrad student I went on a pilgrimage to The Explorers Club headquarters on East 70th Street in Manhattan and dorkily posed for photographs in front of the door, dreaming of someday going through it. I initially got in as a Student Member of the Club (highly recommended, young explorers!), which came with the opportunity to volunteer at the riotous Explorers Club Annual Dinner, a chance to escort Sylvia "Her Deepness" Earle from the VIP room to her seat at the gala and eat scorpions. Sylvia was lovely, the scorpion, not so much.
This is all to say that I'm honoured to land in The Explorers Journal alongside so many of my adventurer/scientist/artist heroes. Inside the issue you'll find photos from and a short essay about the Borderski expedition (soon to be a documentary film!), which was made possible by the Scott Pearlman Field Award. And I'm proud so say that I've since become a Fellow International of The Explorers Club, as thankfully a taste for predatory arachnids wasn't a prerequisite for membership.