How Animals Kill People: By the Numbers

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There are a lot of different ways animals can kill you, whether it’s through a bite, a sting, or a kick. Every six years or thereabouts, the scientific journal Wilderness and Environmental Medicine publishes a study breaking down direct fatal encounters between human and beast. This January, the journal put out the latest installment, which references CDC data from 2008 to 2015.

“Understanding the most common reasons for human deaths after encounters with animals is important for improving overall public health and forming sound strategies to reduce these risks of death,” says Jared Forrester, a doctor at Stanford and the lead author on the study. We took his results and combined them with stats from a few other sources to give you a look at the numbers.

Deaths per year caused through direct contact with animals in the United States.

Percentage of all deaths suffered by people in the American South, one of four regions.

Deaths caused by “other mammals,” the most represented category in the study. It’s estimated that most of these injuries are farm-related and caused most often by horses and cattle.

Death per year caused by sharks, according to data from the Global Shark Attack File.

Deaths per year from hornets, wasps, and bees—the second most represented category in the study.

Percentage of all animal-related deaths suffered by men.

Deaths from venomous snakes each year.

Deaths per year from dogs, the third most represented category in the study.

Deaths per year from dogs to children age four or younger—they suffer at a rate nearly twice that of the next closest age group.

Dog bites per year in the United States, a number from a different CDC study.

Percentage of all animal-related deaths suffered by Caucasians.

Death caused by a crocodile or alligator over the eight-year study period.

Deaths caused by vehicle collisions with animals in 2016, a type of fatality not included in the study.

It’s Time to Talk About Dog Poop

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In the United States, pet dogs produce 21.2 billion pounds of poop each year. All that poop is polluting water sources, both in urban areas and the backcountry, largely because dog owners aren’t doing a good enough job picking it up. Let’s look at the reasons why dog poop has become such a problem, and examine what we can do about it.

Two reasons: There’s too much of it and it’s full of bacteria and parasites. 

To study the issue, the Leave No Trace Center for Outdoor Ethics tracked “canine defecation events” on Boulder, Colorado’s Open Space and Mountain Parks lands for a little over a month last summer. Those 45,000 acres see 5.3 million human visits each year, and many of those visitors bring their dogs along, resulting in 60,000 pounds of left-behind dog poop each year.

Just like human poop, all that dog poop is full of nasty bacteria, and potentially even parasites. One gram of dog poop can contain up to 23 million fecal coliform bacteria, and dog poop is also a common carrier of whipworms, hookworms, roundworms, parvo, coronavirus, giardia, salmonella, cryptosporidium, and campylobacter.

You don’t want to drink any of those things, which is a problem, because rain runoff can wash dog poop right into water sources. A 2001 study conducted on Four Mile Run, a heavily polluted stream in northern Virginia, used DNA analysis to determine that 42 percent of the controllable bacteria load in the water came from dog poop.

Dogs, of course, aren’t the only animals that poop in the woods. But they are they only wood poopers that consume dog food. Where a wild animal is eating resources and nutrients from its ecosystem, then returning those same resources and nutrients to the same ecosystem, a dog is being fed extremely nutrient-rich foods from a bag, then depositing those alien nutrients into nature.

All the healthy nutrients in dog food result in poop that’s very rich in substances like nitrogen and phosphorous—the same ingredients you’ll find in fertilizer. The addition of that nutrient-rich poop to an ecosystem leads to an imbalance that, when it’s washed into water sources, can lead to algae blooms and promote the growth of invasive plant species on land. 

And again, the scale of the problem is simply massive. That polluted stream in Virginia is just 9.4 miles long, but its watershed contains an estimated 11,400 dogs, which produce 5,000 pounds of poop every day. That’s an awful lot of fertilizer and even more bacteria.

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We all know what we’re supposed to be doing. Leave No Trace says that appropriate behavior for dogs owners should, “…include both immediately picking up all of the waste, and immediately taking the bag(s) of waste away from the area for proper disposal in a trash or compost bin.”

And yet, the organization’s big dog poop study in Boulder found that only 73.5 percent of dog owners did so. The remaining 26.5 percent is responsible for the 60,000 pounds of poop left behind last year. 

Why don’t all dog owners always pick up after their dogs? Well, they should, but sometimes the infrastructure makes it trickier. The study found that conveniently placed waste bins and bag dispensers were the best way to empower dog owners to better pick up after their dogs. “We need to have the right infrastructure in place to make disposal of pet waste easy,” explains Ben Lawhon, LNT’s education director. Boulder does a good job placing such bins and dispensers at trailheads, but there aren't enough along the actual trails. According to surveys of dog owners conducted as part of LNT's study, greater access to waste bins could bring compliance up to 96 percent. 

Lawhon also highlights the importance of educating dog owners about the cumulative impacts of dog poop, and how easy it is to clean it up. He wants to help land managers like those in the city of Boulder “inspire” dog owners to pick up after their dogs.

Of course, the burden for bagging and properly disposing of dog poop doesn’t stop in city parks or on hiking trails. As is highlighted by the conditions in Virginia’s Four Mile Run, dog poop can pollute water sources if it’s left on city streets, or accumulates in your yard. Storm runoff almost always enters rivers, lakes, streams, or the ocean without being treated. “The proper place for dog poop is in a landfill,” says Mark Eller, LNT’s foundations director. 

But what if you’re somewhere where there are no trashcans? LNT advises adventurers to deal with dog poop in the same way they would their own: bury it in a six- to eight-inch deep hole, at least 200 feet from a water source.

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I own two big dogs, whom I can tell you from much experience produce vast quantities of poop. At home, I’m really good about cleaning up the yard pretty much every single day. Around the neighborhood, I bag it and throw it in the nearest trashcan. In parks, I do the same.

There are really only two exceptions in daily life where I occasionally fail to pick up their poop. It’s exceedingly rare, but once or twice a year I’ll forget to refill the bag dispensers on their leashes, and find myself without one at exactly the wrong moment. A conveniently placed public bag dispenser would help me there. And, on out-and-back hikes (on trails without waste bins) that see me return along the same route, I’m guilty of failing to follow LNT’s guidelines as I’ll sometimes stash a bag of poop on the way out, for later collection and subsequent disposal. More waste bins would prevent this.

One place where I am definitely doing the wrong thing is in the backcountry. Prior to seeing the LNT study, I was ignorant of the fact that dog poop introduces foreign nutrients into local ecosystems, and of the negative impacts those poop-introduced nutrients create. If I was on a camping trip, a long ways from a trash can, I always figured it was fine just to make sure my dogs’ poop was off the trail and not close to water.

As an avid fisherman, I know too well that algae blooms are terrible for fish populations, and I definitely don’t want to be responsible for creating nutrient imbalances that can lead to invasive species growth on land either. From here on out, I’ll be burying Bowie and Wiley’s poop, just like I bury my own.

And I hope you will, too. Dog poop is worse for the environment than you probably thought it was. Cleaning it up is part of being a responsible dog owner.

Consumers Ask Retailers to Cut Ties with Vista Outdoor

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This story has been updated: On Thursday, MEC announced it will stop carrying Vista Outdoor brands Bollé, Bushnell, CamelBak, Camp Chef, and Jimmy Styks. "Demonstrating leadership and leveraging the power of community, are among MEC’s core values," the retailer wrote in a statement. The retailer will sell through their existing stock, but will not place any new orders. 

On Thursday night, REI released a statement saying that it, too, will halt all future orders from Vista Outdoor brands. REI says it believes that gun and ammunition manufacturers have an obligation to "work towards common sense solutions that prevent the type of violence that happened in Florida last month." REI spoke with Vista to learn how the parent company planned to respond to customers' frustrations. "This morning we learned that Vista does not plan to make a public statement that outlines a clear plan of action," the statement continues. "As a result, we have decided to place a hold on future orders of products that Vista sells through REI while we assess how Vista proceeds. Companies are showing they can contribute if they are willing to lead. We encourage Vista to do just that."

Canadian retailer Mountain Equipment Co-Op (MEC) is debating whether to continue selling gear made by brands that fall under the umbrella of Vista Outdoor, a parent company that also owns semi-automatic rifle maker Savage Arms.

The debate started last Friday, when MEC Co-Op members created a petition, which now has more than 40,000 signatures, asking the retailer to stop carrying any Vista Outdoor brands, including CamelBak, Bushnell, Bollé, Camp Chef, and Jimmy Styks. “Given the recent massacre of high school students in Parkland, Florida,” the petition states, “MEC is facing an urgent ethical obligation: to act in accordance with its ‘Mission and Values’ and immediately stop selling brands owned by Vista Outdoor, a corporation whose profits are derived from the production of assault weapons capable of mass murder.”

MEC responded in a statement on Twitter on Monday, saying that the company is listening to consumers from both sides of the argument and “evaluating different courses of action.”

Two days later, the retailer is still deliberating. “Save for Camp Chef, MEC’s relationship with the brands predates Vista Outdoor’s ownership of them,” a spokesperson told Outside this morning. “MEC prides itself on being a thoughtful organization that looks at the whole system based on the facts and information at hand. Whatever decisions we make will have wider implications for the brands we carry, our sourcing practices, financial health, and ability to meet our members’ needs.”

In the United States, similar pressures are mounting against REI, which, like MEC, carries products by several Vista Outdoor brands—CamelBak, Giro, Bell, and Bollé. As of this morning, 7,167 people have signed a petition asking REI to stop selling Vista Outdoor brands. The petition was started late last week by Jesse Ladner. “As an REI Co-Op member,” Ladner writes on her petition site, “I’m asking my favorite outdoor retailer to take a firm stand and stop profiting from companies that promote and manufacture assault weapons.”

Another petition by Aaron Naparstek, a journalist, urban-planning specialist, and MIT visiting scholar, has 625 signatures. For Naparstek, the issue goes beyond gun sales: Specifically, Vista Outdoor has a history of supporting anti–public land politicians. Indeed, Vista Outdoor has a PAC that, according to the Center for Responsive Politics, a nonprofit dedicated to tracking money in U.S. politics, has donated thousands of dollars to the campaigns of congressmen who have historically opposed public land protection. Over the past two election cycles, the Vista Outdoor PAC donated a combined total of more than $31,000 to Utah representatives Rob Bishop and Chris Stewart, both of whom have supported legislation that threatened the creation and continued protection of federal public lands.

Other notable donations include $2,000 to then-Montana Representative Ryan Zinke in 2016 and $14,400 to Utah Senator Mike Lee over the past two election cycles. In 2016, Lee (along with fellow Utah Senator Orrin Hatch) introduced legislation that would have required an act of Congress to expand or designate new national monuments in Utah. Lee has also proven to be an anti–gun control advocate. Two days ago, Lee told Fox News, “How will the banning of [AR-15-style rifles] make us safer?…I don’t believe most Utahns would think that was necessarily the answer.”

“REI CEO Jerry Stritzke says he’s ‘mad as hell and disappointed’ about the decision to rescind protection for Bears Ears,” Naparstek tweeted on Monday. “He joined 170 Outdoor Industry Association CEOs in ‘declaring protecting public lands as our top priority.’ And yet, REI is selling products and brands owned by Vista Outdoor, a company that not only supports the NRA but is using its [PAC] to fund the congressmen who are leading the assault on protecting public lands. How do REI’s 6,000,000+ members feel about that?”

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For many independent retailers, it’s already clear what REI should do. “If REI is taking a stand on the public lands issue but then also doing business with brands that act on the opposite side of that issue…that’s a total hypocritical stance,” says Brett Rivers, owner of the San Francisco Running Company.

REI did not respond to Outside’s request for comment before this story was published, nor has the retail giant issued any public response to the growing frustration among some of its customers. In the meantime, small retailers around the country are already reconsidering their supply chains. Several have halted sales of Vista brands altogether, including Boulder Cycle Sports, Washington D.C.’s BicycleSPACE, and several in Portland, Oregon, including Sellwood Cycle, Gladys Bikes, Clever Cycles, and Cylepath.

“This incident has been a catalyst to examine our partnerships,” reads a post on the Boulder Cycle Sports website. “As a small business, we can foster change with our decision to focus on vendor partners that most closely align with our mission.”

DOI Emails on Bears Ears Prove Trump Ignored Natives

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On December 15, 2016, four members of Utah’s congressional delegation sent a letter to President Barack Obama, who was about to designate Bears Ears National Monument. The legislators—senators Orrin Hatch and Mike Lee, and representatives Rob Bishop and Jason Chaffetz—told Obama that a monument designation, made under the Antiquities Act, could harm some of their most vulnerable constituents.

“Such a unilateral designation infringes on the rights and the way of life of the Federally Recognized Indian Tribes in the area,” they wrote. “This decision could abruptly and permanently close off a substantial area of land respected and used by generations of local Indian Tribes.”

The letter was part of some 25,000 pages of documents recently made public by the New York Times that related to the Obama administration’s creation of Bears Ears, and President Donald Trump’s downsizing of it last year.The documents suggest that Utah and federal officials were motivated to change the monument boundaries principally to free up potential mineral reserves. Along the way, documents show how these leaders—including that group of four in their December letter—misrepresented or ignored the Native American voices that sparked the monument’s creation.

“It’s in keeping with the incredibly paternalistic view that the Utah delegation has shown to date,” says Ethel Branch, the Navajo Nation’s attorney general who is suing the Trump administration over downsizing the Bears Ears monument. “It’s just a disregard for tribes as governments.”

Bears Ears was a tribal initiative from the start. In 2011, Navajo activist group Utah Diné Bikéyah called for the area to be protected in some fashion. Five years later, the Bears Ears Commission—made up of representatives from theHopi, Navajo, Ute Mountain Ute, Ute, and Zuni tribes—formally requested a national monument designation from Obama. It was the first monument proposal driven by Native Americans,and Obama’s designation gave the commission an integral role in deciding how to manage the monument.

But the Times documents show that thecommission, under the Trump administration, was given no such role. In a letter dated March 17, 2017, the Bears Ears Commission told Interior Secretary Ryan Zinke and Michael Scuse, then the acting secretary of the Department of Agriculture, that the tribes it represents were ready to fulfill their end of the management agreement. Of Zinke and Trump’s reported interest in shrinking or doing away with Bears Ears, they wrote, “We would consider it essential that we are able to have full discussions with you about those possibilities. Of course, from our standpoint, any such actions would be absolute tragedies.”

Instead of establishing a communication channel with tribes, the emails show that as soon as Trump took office, the Department of the Interior and Utah officials began an exhaustive survey of the mineral potential in the area, while ignoring tribal calls for a seat at the table. (The Interior Department never responded to the commission’s March letter, and several people on the commission told Outside there was almost zero communication from Zinke’s office.)A staffer for Senator Hatch even offered up a map in March 2017 with boundaries “that would resolve all known mineral conflicts.” Even among monument allies, the tribes got short shrift. During Zinke’s May 2017 trip to Bears Ears, according to a schedule in the Times emails, he spent three hours apiece with Friends of Cedar Mesa and a group of outdoor industry executives, while the Bears Ears Commission received just an hour.

That meeting, according to a summary published in the Times documents and follow-ups Outside made with people in the room, was uncomfortable. Charles Wilkinson, a University of Colorado law professor who was present, presented Zinke in the summary as “ill-informed on the Antiquities Act and tribes” and initially dismissive of claims the tribes had repeated ad nauseum. Wilkinson wrote that the tribal leaders present “explained that, yes, it really does make a difference to have a monument declared; no, there is nothing wrong with the collaborative management; yes, this really is sacred land to the tribes; and so forth.”

Branch and Shaun Chapoose, the Ute tribe’s representative on the Bears Ears Commission, agreed that Zinke was unprepared for the meeting, but said that he seemed more open to tribal concerns as the conversation went on. Significantly, Zinke promised no recommendation would take place without further conversation. “The assumption we had was that he would come back and talk to us after he visited, but we didn’t hear anything after that,” Chapoose says. (The Interior Department did not respond to a request for comment.)

Instead, Zinke went on the public record saying things the Native representatives call untrue, like that the Navajo opposed the monument, or that the monument would restrict “traditional uses.”

The Bears Ears Commission deconstructed many of these arguments, point by point, in a scathing letter to Zinke that July: contrary to Zinke’s public comments, the commission wrote, the tribes were not happy with his interim report on Bears Ears; shrinking the monument would remove protection from one of the most archeologically and historically rich places in the West; and they were content with the collaborative management scheme Obama laid out. (The inaccuracies persist: Senator Lee, in a Senate hearing last week, said the Bears Ears monument would have restricted the religious freedom of Native Americans nearby.)

Members of the commission also chafed at Zinke’s repeated insistence that a San Juan County commissioner, Rebecca Benally, have a seat on the management group. Benally is Navajo and opposed the monument, and she routinely appeared with Hatch and other Utah leaders in anti-Bears Ears rallies. To the Bears Ears Commission members, all of whom are elected leaders of tribal nations, the notion that a county commissioner should be elevated to their level was an insult. “State and local government representatives elected by San Juan County residents…do not represent the sovereign Navajo Nation government, or any other Indian Nation’s government,” they wrote in the July letter.

“It’s something you think of more as a 19th-century phenomenon, the type of paternalism where ‘we know best,’ and the idea that tribes are not really able to compete or understand the way things work,” University of Utah history professor Greg Smoak says of the diplomatic strategy with tribes.

Yet despite the commission’s protests, in December 2017, President Trump, with Benally and Zinke by his side, cut Bears Ears into two monuments, reducing them to a combined 15 percent of the original size.

The Times documents bolster arguments that while Hatch, Lee, Zinke, and others may have claimed to care for Native interests, they did so only in a superficial manner, and their real concerns were the mineral deposits. Then again, you don’t need the Times emails to come to this conclusion—Hatch said as much last May: “The Indians, they don’t fully understand that a lot of the things that they currently take for granted on those lands, they won’t be able to do if it’s made clearly into a monument or a wilderness.”

The Gear That Broke a 47-Year-Old Record

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In 1971, a team of Austrian skiers toured across the main divide of the Alps. Spanning 1,210 miles with 85,000 feet of elevation gain, it took the team 41 days to complete the journey. Their route and time to completion have yet to be successfully replicated. Using archaic telemark bindings and long, heavy skis worthy of a mountain lodge wall, it’s remarkable that their endeavor has stood the test of time. On March 17, though, an international team of seven ski mountaineers assembled by Red Bull will attempt to break it. The Der Lange Weg—German for Trans Alp Ski Crossing—will attempt this endeavor while simultaneously learning if modern gear, technology, and changes in the landscape is enough to best the 47-year-old record.

The team consists of some of the world’s best ski mountaineer racers and guides, including Mark and Janelle Smiley—Exum Guides and ski mountaineers based in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. They will be supported by a van just as in 1971 when a VW Bus aided the crew with food including 15 tins of Ovaltine, an instant powder made from a sugar, egg, and malt, and 30 packages of muesli, sausages, and cheese. Outside recently connected with Mark to talk about the gear they’ll be using and how it will give them a leg up over the 1971 team.


The BarryvoxS is an easy-handling beacon in a small package. The Auto Guidance and Smart Search features prohibit signal overlap from other beacons during a multiple burial scenario, and optimizes the fine search process in a rescue. At 7.4 ounces it’s incredibly light and is a major improvement compared to the 1971 team, who didn't even have avalanche beacons.

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While the original team carried old-school mountaineering rucksacks that featured leather buckles on the sides for A-Frame ski carry, Smiley will be utilizing Arc’teryx’s new Alpha SK 32—a lightweight, 32-liter waterproof bag that features patent-pending Arc’teryx straps which allow for diagonal, A-frame, or snowboard vertical carry setups. The top loader also has an easy access side zipper for access to quick necessities. The bag will be available to consumers this fall. 


The importance of layering can never be overstated, especially when on the move. So while the 2018 team won’t be donning matching teal blue one-pieces like the 1971 crew, you can expect them to be wearing highly breathable layers that wick and dry as they climb and ski down the Alps at a blistering pace. The Norvan Jacket is actually designed for high-intensity trail running, but its Gore-Tex laminate sheds water and provides breathability for half the weight—just 7.6 ounces—of a ski shell.

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Perhaps the biggest upgrade in gear for the 2018 team is their skis, boots, and bindings. Smiley will be using Atomic’s Backland Ultimate AT boot—a 26-gram touring slipper that articulates 80 degrees yet locks in the cuff for secure skiing on the descent. Combined with the Backland 65, a carbon infused ski mountaineering world cup ski, the entire setup will weigh just over three pounds.

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During the 1971 expedition, the skiers wore Leder Bergschuhe leather boots that attached to a toe pin clip system, leaving the heel unfixed like a telemark binding. Luckily AT bindings have come a long way since then, and modern skimo race bindings can handle big skiing. The Gara from Ski Trab has a toe piece that weighs two ounces and is constantly pressed into the boot in the lock position—meaning the boot will never release unexpectedly. Its heelpiece is a basic U-Spring pin with a quick flap to adjust climbing heights.

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As the original team worked their way across the Alps, resupplying with food at their VW Van stationed in key locations, the team also resupplied their arsenal of maps. The support vehicle held 200 map sheets to help the skiers navigate their route. Today the skiers will be using GAIA GPS, an intuitive smartphone-based navigation system that allows users to program travel plans and upload routes all overlaid on topographic scales.

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When Skiing Collides with Immigration Politics

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Mariana Garcia never pictured herself as a skier. She and her husband, Nicolas, are both immigrants from Mexico, and they live with their four kids in Jackson, WY, on the outskirts of a whitewashed bubble of wealth. For years, the couple worked long shifts at a local grocery store or fast-food joints to make ends meet, with little time for anything else. Winters in their two-bedroom apartment were exceptionally dreary. “Before I skied, I just felt the winter was so cold,” Mariana said.

She told me this one Saturday in January at the base of Snow King Mountain, where it was clear that the family dread of winter had vanished. In the past six years, every member of the family has learned to ski, and Nicolas is now an instructor at a local ski hill.

The Garcias’ ski weekend—and all their ski experiences—were made possible by the Doug Coombs Foundation, a charity Emily Coombs created in the name of her late husband, the legendary extreme skier, that funds ski lessons for low-income children. Mariana and Nicolas’ wages aren’t nearly enough to cover a family’s ski habit (the season-long lessons her kids receive would alone be about $1,600 per winter). But the Coombs Foundation pays for everything the kids need. It also foots the bill for Mariana’s lessons and half the price of her equipment rentals, and it covered costs for Nicolas’ instructor training. The foundation supports any low-income families, but since Jackson’s poorest are overwhelmingly Latino, the bulk of those served—about 95 percent of the 194 skiers enrolled this year—are Hispanic.

Jackson’s tourist-fueled economy depends largely on the immigrant workers who have historically enjoyed few of the perks of mountain-town life. While census data reflects a per-capita income in Jackson of $39,300, the average for those who identify as Hispanic is only $14,400. That discrepancy leads to less community involvement, feelings of estrangement, and limited upward mobility.

Here, where the gulf between rich and poor is one of the largest in the country, the Doug Coombs Foundation hopes to close that gap in ways more far-reaching than just the ski hill. Research suggests that outdoor sports help children develop positive skills and personality traits that follow them into adulthood. And for parents like Nicolas and Mariana, skiing can anchor them to the community. The couple says they never expected to embrace Jackson—or for Jackson to embrace them back—when they moved here 14 years ago. It’s a connection made at a precarious time. Like many Latinos in Jackson, the Garcias are undocumented immigrants. But by skiing, they make a statement that regardless of income, race, or citizenship, they too belong in Jackson. (We’ve changed the names of all individuals in this story to protect the identities of undocumented workers and their families.)


Emily Coombs had a complicated relationship with skiing at the time she started the foundation. She and Doug were royalty in the sport—among the best big-mountain skiers on the planet. But when Doug fell to his death off a La Grave cliff in 2006, Emily’s view of the sport soured considerably.

She returned to Jackson and threw herself into raising their then three-year-old son. That included volunteering at his school, where she noticed a grave disparity: There were many Latino kids in Jackson’s elementary classrooms, but none on the soccer field or ski slopes. “They were so segregated from the community…it was heartbreaking,” Coombs said. “So, yeah, it was an easy fix: Let’s take them skiing.”

In 2012, she recruited seven third-graders for ski lessons, and word spread; by season’s end, 28 kids were skiing on Coombs’ dime. Some of Doug’s longtime sponsors chipped in, and the Doug Coombs Foundation was born.

Applicants are screened by income—qualifying for free or reduced lunch is the bar, with a few exceptions—but that’s a proxy for Coombs’ true intention of helping out the local Latino community. “A lot of people will say, ‘Hey, let’s make this for the white kids who are middle class,’ and I’m like, no!” Emily told me, pounding the table for effect. “There are scholarship programs out there for those kids. This is different. It is for those kids who come from poverty, who are marginalized, who live in the shadows.”

Sara Garcia, 13, Nicolas and Mariana’s oldest child, was an early enrollee. For her, skiing has proved an important athletic and social outlet. “At school, everybody would talk about skiing, and it would always make me feel lonely because there was a big group of kids who were skiing and snowboarding,” she said. “But after skiing, it helped me become close friends with more people.”

Sara’s freeskiing skills are rare for low-income children across America. In her research, Kaisa Snellman, who studies income inequality and social mobility at INSEAD, a university in Paris, has found that American participation in extracurricular activities has essentially become a luxury good. In 1992, 47 percent of white individuals within the wealthiest quartile of their high schools played sports during their senior year, compared to only 29 percent of the poorest quartile. A dozen years later, the gap expanded—50 percent of kids in the upper echelon played sports while the rate among low-income youth fell to 25 percent.

The legacy of wealthier kids having more access to sports, especially those with a high barrier to entry, extends beyond high school. Snellman argues that it sets them up better for lifelong health, college admissions, professional networking, and personal development. Numerous studies have linked participation in athletics to better grades, higher incomes, and civic participation later in life. “Extracurriculars give a window into what we can’t really measure,” Snellman said.

Nowhere is this advantage more evident than in the growing partnership between the Doug Coombs Foundation and the Jackson Hole Ski Club. Twenty-eight Coombs Foundation skiers now participate in the program, up from two in 2016. Brian Krill, the ski club’s executive director, and Coombs made the perfect match: She was looking for access to top-notch coaches and an established funding pipeline, and he was bent on diversifying the club. “With the old-school ski club model,” Krill told me, “there would be absolutely no way that kids whose parents are service workers could do this. Fifteen-hundred bucks [tuition], plus a season pass, plus travel—there’s no way. It does create a real divide.”

I caught up with Jamie Bemis’ freeride team, which includes Sara Garcia and three other girls from the foundation, to see the skill development in action at Jackson Hole Mountain Resort. Aboard the Bridger gondola, Bemis launched into a midseason performance review. “Let’s go around and share what a new accomplishment would be for the rest of the season,” she said. The responses were pointed: Blanca wanted to ski the Tower Three chute, one of Jackson’s iconic steep runs, without falling. Sara’s goal was to avoid leaning back, and Esbeidy was hoping for smoother turns.

On the snow, Bemis led the skiers through various challenges. When they screwed up, she razzed them: “You did it wrong! I saw you speed check; both of you are kicked off the team!” The threats were in jest, but the message was clear. There were no atta-girls for those who didn’t perform.

Ski clubs are practically factories for Ivy Leaguers and Olympians, and the association gives the Coombs skiers yet another leg up: Research shows that employers and admissions officers alike have positive associations with elite sports like skiing. Since Dartmouth is full of skiers, goes the conventional wisdom, a skier might be a good fit at Dartmouth. The Coombs skiers get unprecedented access to such a world as equals, a chance to change their own ideas of what their future holds and a real way to pursue it. “We have kids who the are sons and daughters of Olympians,” Krill said. “It’s pretty cool to see the kid of a housekeeper get to the top of the mountain with them and do the same thing.”


Here’s how Jackson’s economy works: The super-rich buy houses, wowed by the region’s outdoor scenery, recreation, and lack of a state income tax. Others vacation here, pumping millions into hotels, restaurants, and ski areas. Hospitality remains a labor-intensive business, and the folks at the bottom of the chain make very little. Latinos overwhelmingly fall into that group.

“They work maybe two, maybe three jobs. They’re here to work, to raise their families, and then send money home to Mexico,” said Estela Torres, who works for One22, a local social advocacy group. Skyrocketing home prices, she says, are forcing families to double up in apartments, and some move across Teton Pass to Idaho, which poses a risk for undocumented immigrants when they have to find housing and employment in a new location. “It’s a hard life, and you are always under the shadow of deportation.”

By no means is this a Jackson-only phenomenon. Cornell University sociologist Daniel Lichter studies what he calls the “new destinations” for immigrants—communities far from large cities, let alone the border, that have seen an explosion of Hispanic immigrants over the past 30 years. In semi-remote resort areas like Jackson Hole and Napa Valley, hospitality jobs have stoked in-migration. “People understand that these populations are essential for the good operation of business, so you overlook the situation,” Lichter says.

Service workers living alongside global titans of commerce makes Jackson, by some measures, the most unequal place in America. According to an Economic Policy Institute analysis, Jackson’s wealthiest 1 percent earn, on average, 213 times more money than the average earner in the bottom 99 percent. Because of Jackson’s small population, one or two billionaires skew the average. But what’s clear is that most immigrants make substandard wages, says Mark Price, an economist who worked on the EPI report.

In the 1990s, immigrants started arriving in Jackson, many from the tiny state of Tlaxcala, east of Mexico City, with seasonal permits for low-skill work. Large numbers decided to stick around—often illegally—and employers were more than happy to retain the cheap labor. As that first wave has had kids and, in some cases, grandkids, Jackson’s population is now 25 percent Hispanic, up from 12 percent in 2000. Schools reflect that diversity: Jackson Hole Middle School is about 40 percent Latino, while kindergarten and first-grade classes trend closer to 50 percent.

The slow transition from seasonal worker to permanent resident has led the Latino community to frequently feel like outsiders, despite having lived here for years, says Jorge Moreno, a professional translator and longtime community activist. But as Jackson has become a home rather than a stopover, Latinos, and undocumented workers in particular, have started to make gains despite the unique challenges they face, Moreno says. They’re starting businesses, advocating for their rights, and becoming more involved in schools and nonprofits. As is evident on Saturdays at Snow King, Latinos have been coming out of the shadows and asserting themselves in the community.

The Trump administration’s tougher stance on immigration has begun to change that. “I think people were more relaxed before Trump got elected, and now they’re scared,” Torres said. “It’s a panic situation.”


“We’re just tryingto stay safe,” Juliana Marquez told me as I entered her apartment. On the evening I visited, Mia, an eleven-year-old member of the Coombs Foundation and a ski club racer, already had gym clothes on; after an afternoon of slalom practice, it was time for indoor soccer with her friends. Nicole, eight, and Paula, five, are also involved in the Doug Coombs Foundation.

Marquez has Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) protection that remains on legal life support, and her partner, Antonio, is undocumented. He has already been deported once, one week after Mia was born; it took a year before the couple could scrape together the $7,000 to hire a coyote to bring him back to the United States. A path to citizenship for Antonio is unthinkable, as anti-immigration politicians have opposed the longstanding policy of allowing families to migrate together, and the two contend daily with fear of Antonio’s deportation. Their kids, all American-born citizens, know nothing of Mexico.

“We’re just living in fear that Immigration is going to show up,” Marquez told me. “It’s pulling families apart.”

Around the time we were discussing this over dinner, Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents were pulling into Jackson after a 280-mile drive from Casper; they would leave the next day with two individuals in their detention. Later that afternoon, after ICE had left, I walked to the office of immigration attorney Elisabeth Trefonas. Inside, an undocumented woman was sitting stone-faced by the front desk, still afraid to leave the safest place in town. Another man donning a cowboy hat was questioning Trefonas, wondering when his undocumented friend, too afraid to leave his house, could come into the daylight.

“It wasn’t like that before,” Trefonas told me in her office. “This person—the cowboy’s friend—“has no prior criminal history, no prior contact with Immigration, and he’s too scared to leave his house. That’s new.”

One can argue that deportation and its associated anxiety is the price undocumented immigrants pay to live here. I asked Trefonas why she chooses to represent these folks. “I like my clients,” she said. “They prove to me every day why I should be grateful. And they prove every day that they’re strong. Why wouldn’t I want to work for that person?” I looked up from my notes, and she was silently crying.

Her answer made me think of something Marquez had told me previously. Juliana and Antonio’s three daughters, Mia in particular, are showing promise in both skiing and soccer. The previous summer, the couple traveled all across the Mountain West to watch Mia’s soccer tournaments. It’s a quintessential summertime activity for soccer moms, but Juliana’s travel comes with stark consequences. Antonio risks detention every time he drives; if Congress doesn’t enact permanent DACA protection, then Juliana could eventually face a similar threat.

“I don’t have words to explain how proud I am for my daughter. It’s such a good, beautiful feeling,” she said. “And then when I think that our lives could change any minute—I don’t want her life to change. I’m afraid of not being able to offer her the same opportunities in Mexico.”

Trefonas brought up a similar sentiment: “If you have kids, and you know that there is no opportunity for them [in Mexico], what would you go through to preserve that opportunity for them?”


The Doug CoombsFoundation has expanded beyond skiing; come summer, students are given tuition assistance for soccer leagues, and they can join hiking and rock climbing trips. Last year, Coombs took a vanload of kids to nearby Grand Teton National Park. It was the first time many had visited. “They call it a border crossing,” she said. “As we pulled up to the park entrance, one kid joked, ‘Everybody duck!’ They all laughed, but it’s also pretty sad.”

One sport to the next—skiing, rock climbing, hiking—Coombs is exposing these kids to activities that make Jackson a destination for outdoor enthusiasts around the world and that are fundamental pieces of growing up here. But doors opened aren’t always easy to walk through. Jordan Vargas, 13, told me that when he first joined the ski club’s race team, he was singled out. “Everybody said, ‘How come you’re here? You’re poor.’” Mia, Juliana and Antonio’s child, experienced similar pushback.

Ridicule can be an unfortunate symptom of integration, but it’s happening at an early age (meanness is no rare phenomenon in middle school), and it doesn’t seem to be weighing down Jordan and Mia. “Some of the kids who said those things started being my friends. They saw what I could do on the hill,” Jordan said with a sly grin.

It wasn’t Coombs’ original goal, but she’s running a sort of longitudinal experiment. The kids and parents in her organization participate in an activity that was recently unattainable, a pursuit only for the wealthy and connected in a town that almost exclusively caters to that group’s needs. Whether the children reap all the potential benefits remains to be seen—some of the first foundation skiers entered high school this year—but the families already have a stronger sense of belonging in Jackson and are giving back more fruitfully to the community as a result.

I thought about this at Snow King as I talked with Mariana. She and Nicolas break the law every day by staying in the United States, but they’re far from the violent-criminal immigrant we’re so often presented with in today’s political discourse. Mariana is a taxpaying member of the community with four kids in the local school district. She skis just like the rest of her peers, and her husband teaches others how to do the very thing that’s so ingrained in Jackson’s identity.

With her daughter Laura leaning against her leg, Mariana glanced up the hill where her sons were skiing. “I decided, yeah, I love Jackson,” she said. “I want to stay here forever.”

The U.S. Women's Cross-Country Gold Is a Huge Deal

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Early this morning, in the women’s skate team sprint, Team USA’s Jessie Diggins dove across the finish line under the lights of Pyeongchang’s Alpensia Cross-Country stadium. Collapsed in the snow, she reached out to her sprint partner, Kikkan Randall, and audibly cried, “Did we just win the Olympics?” 

As we know by now, they had. After six rounds through the 1.25 kilometer sprint course, the duo crossed the line just under two tenths of a second before the Swedish team, and nearly three seconds before the Norwegians. The finish marked the U.S.’s first gold medal in cross-country skiing, and the first-ever Olympic medal for the U.S. women’s team. To many fans and participants of the sport, it was a long time coming. After years of fighting through low funding and setting big goals without precedence, the U.S. women proved today that they’re pure grit covered in spandex.

But today’s result is much bigger than a medal. 

To put it simply, these two women are a dream team. The 35-year-old Randall is a pioneer. She was the first U.S. woman to win a World Cup, and to take home a World Cup globe, and to gain top 10 international results. She bootstrapped her way through the sport in a way that paved the road for athletes like 26-year-old Diggins to follow. In her 16 years on the U.S. Ski and Snowboard team (her first Olympics were as a 19-year-old in 2002), Randall has redefined what it means to be a U.S. cross country skier. She was the first to prove that the U.S. could compete against Scandinavian countries without government funding, and without a precedent for success. She took one season away from the World Cup to have her son, and returned stronger than ever. And she did it all with pink hair and glitter, lifting up as many people as she could along the way. 

Then there’s Diggins. She represents everything the U.S. ski culture needs: optimism, energy, and an undying ability to outwork everyone around her. Like Randall, Diggins boasts her own collection of accolades and firsts, including historic finishes in both these and the 2014 Games. She was the first U.S. woman to win distance World Championship and World Cup events, and perhaps more importantly, the first person to successfully choreograph a group dance video featuring Nordic skiers. She and Randall also share the first U.S. World Championship gold medal, from the team sprint five years ago. In that race, Diggins lost her pole, but continued hammering at a higher tempo to make up for it, putting Randall into medal contention. That same determination showed this morning. After she came from behind and stretched to the line, Eurosport commentators exclaimed: “This is the race to show your kids and grandkids to inspire them to push and try and give 100 percent.”

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People often call cross-country skiing an individual sport. But more than anything, Randall’s and Diggins’ success is a counterpoint to that idea; their victory is a testament to the people rallying behind them. For the past five years, the cross-country ski community—including these women’s teammates, coaches, and hundreds of thousands of fans—maintained the belief that they could accomplish something that had never been done before. Several of the women standing beside Diggins and Randall had equal shots at medals this year, including multi-time World Cup medalists Sadie Bjornsen and Sophie Caldwell. This community pushed through dips in funding, apathy in American ski culture, and the general challenges that come with pursuing the hardest sport on the planet. Today, Randall and Diggins proved that this is truly a team sport. 

“To have it happen in a team event means so much more to me than an individual medal ever would,” Diggins told NBC in her post-race interview. Will we see medals for these women in the individual events? I have no doubt about it. But this win feels very fitting as the first.  

Now, the paradigm has shifted. Olympic gold is no longer just a dream that the U.S. ski community dared to pursue. These women did the daring for us. This win is significant because it belongs to so many different people. And it’s just the beginning. 

Women Carried the Olympics This Year

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The anticipation for Team USA’s performance reached epic levels this year, buoyed by some historic events, matchups, and promises: Mikaela and Lindsey battling it out; the last Olympics for Lindsey, Ted, Shaun, and other legends; promising talent that could finally win us gold in our underdog sports (ahem, biathlon and cross-country skiing). Yet when the country failed to nab enough gold, many patriotic haters (ignore them!) expressed frustration at America’s lackluster performance.   

But that attitude fails to summon proper Olympic pride for the true heroes of the Games: the U.S. women. 

This isn’t just a girl-power pitch, although fantastic women athletes have been underappreciated for too long. This is a reminder of cold, hard numbers. Women and women’s teams won 12 of the U.S.’s 21 medals (that’s not counting the two mixed-sex teams that won us ice-dancing medals) and five out of eight gold. The math says more than half of our medals came from Team USA’s women, who only make up 45 percent of that group. Talk about disproportionately pulling your weight.

Here’s another thing only the women can lay claim to: we ended three medal droughts. Kikkan Randall and Jessie Diggins won gold in women’s cross country skiing;  the women’s long-track speed skating team won bronze; and our women’s hockey team finally beat Canada in their most treasured sport. (Suck an egg, Canada!)

But it’s not just about the victories—it’s about the Olympic spirit, which America’s women also owned this year. They wowed spectators with athletic feats while charming them with good humor and clear grit. Even casual spectators know just how unprecedented both Shiffrin and Vonn’s domination is. Both also showed toughness in the face of high-pressure personal moments, with Shiffrin fighting through pre-race barfs onto the podium and Vonn making a tearful but graceful last Olympic run (and winning bronze, thank you very much). Jamie Anderson won gold and silver in snowboarding while having the sunniest (and most lingo-riddled) manner we’ve ever seen, and Chloe Kim continues to inspire a new generation while making gold-medal runs look easy with mid-competition ice cream cravings. After beating Scandinavians at one of the most grueling winter sports in the world, Randall and Diggins even performed a joyful podium dance and won our hearts all over again.

It’s not that our men weren’t great too. They were. But our women were unforgettable.

Mount Marathon Is the Toughest 5K on the Planet

Every July Fourth, hundreds of racers descend on Seward, Alaska, for one of the most difficult short-distance races on the planet—3,000 feet up, and then straight back down Mount Marathon

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The lights in the Seward High School gymnasium were dimmed so that the dozens of people scattered across the bleachers and the shining hardwood floor could clearly see the images being projected on a large screen. There was a short video clip of a man clinging to a steep wall of earth and tree roots—until a loose rock the size of a bowling ball tumbled down and knocked him loose. There was a still photograph of a woman in mid-freefall, limbs splayed, the rocky cliff face a gray blur behind her. A narrated voiceover accompanied the images, reeling off the “countless opportunities” for injury: “snow fields, devil’s club, loose shale…”

The man working the laptop connected to the projector chimed in. “You signed a form that said you’ve been up the mountain,” he said. “We want to make sure you’ve been up the mountain.” He paused so his serious tone could sink in. “This isn’t any old 5K.”

(Joel Krahn)

(Joel Krahn)

That was an understatement. The Mount Marathon Race, held every year in Seward, Alaska, might be the world’s gnarliest three-miler. Calling it a running event is barely accurate: It’s more of a high-speed scramble directly up its eponymous mountain, and then back down again. The fastest racers aim to finish in under an hour; even the best mountain runners in the world can’t crack 40 minutes.

The images were being shown as part of a safety meeting—mandatory for rookie racers—that takes place the night before the race. There are three ways for hungry newcomers to get one of the approximately 700 race bibs—350 each for men and women. First, they can enter the main lottery, held in April. Failing that, here in the high school, the night before the race, they can buy as many $10 raffle tickets as they can afford in hopes of landing the single bib given away in a draw. If that doesn’t work out, they’re left with the auction: ten men’s bibs and ten women’s bibs given out to the highest bidder. This year, the bidding went as high as $3,500. (The money goes to the Seward Chamber of Commerce to pay for the costs associated with organizing the race.)

Patrick Stinson, a 37-year-old grad student who’d run the race seven times before, missed a year in 2016 and wound up paying $3,000 in the auction to buy his way back in. (Ten-time finishers get lifelong tenure, as do champions.) “It’s totally unique in Alaska,” he said. “It’s technically so hard.” Tommy Nenahlo, 31 and about to become a dad, also paid $3,000 for his bib—a pre-baby gift from his wife after six years of failed lottery entries. “There’s nothing like being able to compete at such a level in a place like this,” he said.

I know what you’re thinking: Three grand to run a 5K? But Mount Marathon, iconic and brutal and more than a century old, has that kind of effect on people.


(Joel Krahn)

The next morning was the Fourth of July—Mount Marathon is always held on the Fourth—and the barricades along Seward’s main drag were lined with starred-and-striped spectators. On the cross streets, vendors hawked hot dogs and Kettle Korn, Hawaiian iced sodas and Dippin’ Dots, fried halibut chunks and grilled corn. There were booths selling hoodies (“Mountain Mama”) and bumper stickers (“Hiked It. Liked It.”) and Top 40 tunes blasting from a massive PA system. At one intersection, the Seward Fire Department had hung a massive American flag from the ladder of one of its parked trucks, extending it high above the street.

At 11 a.m., nearly 350 women gathered behind the start line. The junior race, for runners ages 7 to 17, had already taken place—the kids went only halfway up the broad, triangular mountain that looms over downtown Seward. The men would take their turn after the women, tackling the full-length course at 2 p.m. This year, the outcome of the men’s race seemed nearly certain: a cross-country skier, Scott Patterson, was heavily favored to win. But the outcome of the women’s race was harder to call.

The race began at 4th Avenue and Adams Street, just two blocks above the cold, dark waters of Resurrection Bay. Seward sits at the head of the long, narrow bay, on the east side of the Kenai Peninsula, and, on a clear day, the water and the glacier-draped mountains that hem it in stretch as far as you can see. But no one was looking at the view right now. The runners had their backs to the ocean, and their focus was on the street that sloped upward ahead of them, leading to the base of Mount Marathon.

Toeing the line was Christy Marvin, the defending women’s champion; immediately to her left was Allie Ostrander, a six-time junior champion whose 2014 time of 28:54 was still a girls’ course record. In 2015, at 18, Ostrander finished second in her first senior race. A promising runner for Boise State, she skipped Mount Marathon last year to focus on the Team USA Olympic trials, and now she was back on the mountain where she’d grown up running. Wearing festive red shorts and a blue sports bra, Ostrander looked tiny and baby-faced next to the older, taller, and more visibly muscular runners waiting for the starting pistol to go off. But by the time they’d covered the half-mile of pavement that led to the base of the mountain, Ostrander had a clear lead.

When she reached the base, Ostrander and all the runners following her had a series of choices to make. Mount Marathon has no fixed course: The rules simply require that runners begin at the start line, circle around a large boulder at the false summit that marks the turnaround point, and end at the finish line. In between, the mountain offers several options of varying efficiency and potential danger. The line each runner selects as they ascend and descend the mountain is up to them.

The first choice: Go right and climb the roots, or go left and ascend the cliff. The start of the trail up Mount Marathon feels nearly vertical, but to the right, a jungle gym of tree roots offers easy climbing; to the left, there’s a rocky scramble, potentially faster but tougher. Then the trails converge again, winding steeply up through dense, damp forest and—after a few days of rain—greasy, slick mud. Runners propel themselves upward with hands as much as feet, pulling on exposed tree roots as thin as shoelaces and digging their fingers into the soil.

The foliage thins out to nothing as the runners hit the halfway point to the false summit, where the juniors turn around to descend and the seniors carry on through a steep, open field of broken shale. From here, it’s a pure grind to the top. The trail has an average grade of 34 degrees—at its steepest, it hits 60 degrees. Racers pump uphill with their hands on their quads, pushing down on their legs with each step, bending over at the waist but trying to keep their back straight and their airway open. They gain 3,000 feet of elevation in under a mile.

(Joel Krahn)

Ostrander opted to go right, to the roots, while the two women behind her, defending champion Marvin and Mount Marathon rookie Morgan Arritola, went left. When Ostrander popped out of the trees, back into the view of spectators and binoculars and drones, she was holding her lead. She headed up into the scree with Arritola, a newcomer to this race but a two-time U.S. Mountain Running champion, pushing hard behind her.

Extremely qualified outsiders like Arritola are relatively rare at Mount Marathon, which, despite its growing reputation, is fundamentally still a local race. There are Alaskan families who can claim three generations of finishers; keeping the championships in-state is a matter of patriotism and pride. Two years ago, Kilian Jornet became the first ever non-state resident to win the men’s race, setting a new course record of 41:48. Champion mountain runner and ski mountaineer Emelie Forsberg, Jornet’s Swedish girlfriend, did the same on the women’s side in an unheard-of 47:48, beating out 18-year-old Ostrander in the process.

In 2016, with Jornet running up mountains somewhere else in the world, Anchorage-based David Norris took back the championship—and shaved 22 seconds off Jornet’s course record to make it clear that this was still Alaska’s race. Norris hadn’t even been gunning for the record—“There’s no way I can run downhill as fast as Kilian,” he says—but his uphill grind was nearly a minute faster than Jornet’s, and that made the difference. Norris got emails from people all over the state, congratulating him and letting him know how much those 22 seconds meant to them. “This race is really important to a lot of people,” he says. “They love their race, and they love their state.”

On the women’s side, Christy Marvin took back the women’s title, but Forsberg’s time had been nearly four minutes faster than the previous record, and Marvin couldn’t get near it.

Which brings us back to Ostrander, now 20, in 2017. With Arritola working to close the gap between them, Ostrander switchbacked up through the loose, sharp scree, somehow managing to accelerate as she climbed, and hit the false summit at the 37-minute mark. Then she turned, picked her line from a selection of well-worn down-trails, and began her descent.


(Joel Krahn)

(Joel Krahn)

Like most of the great Alaskan sporting events, the Mount Marathon Race began in a bar. Back in the first few years of the 20th century, so the legend goes, one Seward local—a railroad worker, maybe, or maybe it was a fisherman—wagered another that he could make it up the mountain and back down again in under an hour, a seemingly impossible feat. The bet was made, and the race was on.

Official records for the event begin in 1915, and that first formal winner finished in 1:02:02. Sub-hour winning finishes became common, if not always certain, soon after that, and the men broke the 50-minute mark in 1964. The first woman, Jane Trigg, finished the race in one hour and 37 minutes in 1963, and the women’s times plunged from there. In 1970, Margie Mahoney slashed nearly 20 minutes off the previous year’s winning time to finish in 1:07:24, and, in 1974, the women broke the hour mark for the first time.

Since then, the times have kept dropping and the list of runners who want in on Mount Marathon has grown longer. It used to be that all finishers got a ticket to return the next year, but now only the top 225 men and the top 225 women (out of a field of roughly 350 each) are guaranteed another slot. Finish below the cut or miss a year, and you’re back to the lottery, the raffle, and the auction.

In 2012, the race experienced a much darker milestone: the first death of an athlete on the mountain. Michael LeMaitre, 66, vanished somewhere on the course—he was in last place on the way up, and he was last seen as he neared the false summit, nearly three hours after the starting gun. The volunteers at the turnaround rock had already packed up for the night; they passed him on their way down. His body was never found.

There had been injuries before, even serious ones, but the loss of LeMaitre was a shock. It prompted a two-year legal battle with his family and a revamping of safety protocols and procedures. Still, no matter the safeguards in place, there’s always the possibility of an accident—a bad fall, a bear attack, a rock shearing off the cliffs onto the racers climbing below. “Just remember, it is a mountain,” the official told the group at the safety meeting.

This year, though, there were no catastrophes. In the men’s race, cross-country skier Scott Patterson would win comfortably, which was expected in the absence of Jornet, of last year’s champion Norris, and of 2016 runner-up Nick Elson.

Every winner of Mount Marathon becomes, as one racer put it to the Alaska Dispatch News, “a rock star forever.” The many people who love this race know their names, and their times, and their stories. But every racer who crossed the finish line was the star of their own narrative, their own tiny drama, and each one was as compelling as the last.

There were the teenage boys who raced with the words “JACK COOPER” written in Sharpie on their bodies in tribute to the 16-year-old trail runner who was fatally mauled by a bear during a race outside Anchorage in June. There was the young girl who started puking uncontrollably with 20 or 30 yards to go and staggered across the finish line still spewing.

There was the guy who did cartwheels down the home stretch for the cheering crowd; the woman who crossed the line clutching a beer. There was the man who raced the last half-mile being paced by his young daughter, who’d already run her own race earlier in the day. And there was Chad Resari, who finished in two hours, six minutes, and 46 seconds—good for 302nd overall, but first place in his age division: 80-to-89-year-olds.

(Joel Krahn)


In Independence Day: Resurgence, last year’s sequel to the Fourth of July alien-invasion classic, the young space pilots have a running joke about a “controlled dive”—in other words, a plummeting potential crash. The descent from Mount Marathon is a sort of controlled dive: a hectic sliding rush along loose, soft rock that drops runners back down to the halfway point in seconds, and then sends them into a long, narrow, gravel chute that bypasses the greasy forest trails entirely, carrying them nearly to the bottom. It’s part running, part skiing, part falling, and it often leaves finishers dripping blood or with gravel shrapnel embedded in their butts and legs. The fastest racers reverse all 3,022 feet of hard-earned elevation gain and the last half-mile of pavement to the finish line in just under 11 minutes.

After being pushed hard by her competitor all the way up, Ostrander left the more cautious Arritola behind on the downhill. Ostrander never wears a watch when she races—“I really just like to focus on how I feel,” she says—so she didn’t know that she was only 41 seconds behind Forsberg’s 2015 uphill pace. Her goal for this race wasn’t to beat that record, which she felt was beyond her. Ostrander just hoped to finish under 50 minutes, something that, in the women’s race, only Forsberg had ever done. If she was going to make that, she had 13 minutes to get down the mountain and over the finish line.

The shale was loose and deep, softened by the recent hard rains. It made for a fast descent. “Almost too fast,” Ostrander said later. “My legs were just so toasted after the uphill. I think at times my legs just couldn’t really handle it.” She belly-flopped once, then twice, on her way down, tumbling face first into the heaped gravel. But she popped up quickly each time.

Then she reached Mount Marathon’s final challenge, the area known to racers as “the gut.” This is where the gravel chute narrows abruptly and becomes a running creek strewn with wet boulders and small waterfalls. Racers scramble down through the creek bed until they reach their final choice: the waterfall, the switchbacks, the cliffs, or the jeep trail.

The waterfall is a long drop (posted signage lists it as a triple-black-diamond option), and volunteers posted at the top of it will only permit racers to go over if they provide clear verbal confirmation that they’ve made that choice. The switchbacks offer a way down to the runner’s right of the waterfall, but they’re a slick nightmare in wet, muddy conditions. Then there are the cliffs—that’s where the racers came up to begin with, making their choice between roots and rock. The last option, the jeep trail, is a wide, circuitous path, totally safe but so slow that no serious contender would ever bother with it. (“There’s no shame in the jeep trail,” the race official who ran the safety meeting repeated, over and over.)

Ostrander chose the cliffs, then made her way down the last of the gravel trail and out to the road, past lines of cheering fans, a police car rolling slowly ahead of her to clear the busy streets. She hit the pavement and straightened up for the final half-mile, taking long, smooth strides. Ostrander crossed the finish line at 49:19, missing Forsberg’s record by 91 seconds but taking more than a minute off her personal best and becoming just the second woman ever to record a sub-50-minute finish.

At the line, Ostrander raised her arms above her head, then doubled over and was helped away, her legs and belly covered in the gray mud and grit she’d carried with her off the mountain.

Eva Holland (@evaholland) is a correspondent for Outside. She wrote about the Horseshoe Hell climbing competition in April 2017.

First Look: Chaco's Z Canyon 2 Sandal

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For years, Chaco’s classic Z sandal has been a staple around boat docks, campgrounds, and the main streets of mountain towns. The brand is famous for its burly outsoles and highly adjustable strap design. Today, the Colorado-born footwear company launched the newest addition to its line of technical sandals: the Chaco Z Canyon 2 ($120).

At first blush, the Z Canyon 2 looks and feels like a typical Chaco, with one notable exception: a molded TPU, EVA-foam padded heel strap in place of the traditional webbing. (The rest of the straps are stillmade of webbing.)

The plastic heel strap is wide and stiff enough to prevent your foot from sliding up and down. As someone with narrow heels, I noticed an immediate difference between these and my old Chaco ZX/2 sandals—the heel strap doesn’t slip down, nor does my foot lift up with each step. As a bonus, the rigid strap makes sliding the sandal on and off a bit easier. I don’t have to wrestle with the webbing getting caught beneath my heel.

I haven’t been able to test this shoe in water, so I can’t say how the exposed EVA foam in the heel strap will hold up to repeated exposure to saltwater—though its comfort next to skin is definitely a perk.

The other major change in the Z Canyon 2 is not immediately visible: a “running-inspired kinetic rebound plate” inserted into the midsole. This wedge is designed to mimic the energy return of a running shoe, making the Z Canyon 2 even better for long portages or days that generally involve a lot of walking. I’ve had my hands on a pair for only a couple days, so it remains to be seen if the midsole truly makes for a bouncier, more “responsive” experience. I’m also skeptical of how useful the new midsole insert will be—I use my Chacos for carrying boats to and from the put-in and the occasional short shoreline hike, but for any hikes longer than a mile, I’ll change into a pair of running shoes.

I can say, however, that the shoes feel noticeably less clunky than my old Chacos, which earns comfort points. A layer of extra-soft cushioning in the heel adds to the all-day wearability of these shoes.

In true Chaco style,the Z Canyon 2 features a nonmarking rubber outsole, but with a new diamond-shaped tread pattern for better traction on muddy or loamy surfaces. At the toe and heel, the outsole is smoother and bows outward, designed for gripon slick, smooth surfaces. Time and further testing will reveal if these features give the shoe a performance boost to match the added comfort.

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