LWON is celebrating the holidays by re-running some of our favorite posts. This post originally appeared in slightly different form in July 2014.
Sarah dipped her fingers in a red mineral paint and lifted them to her face. She put streaks above her cheekbones and up her chin, her design standing out against a backdrop of ice and barren, snowbound mountains. We were on the surface of the Harding Icefield, one of the largest remaining ice masses in North America. Five of us had skied a camp out onto the 700-square-mile face of this icefield and were now going primal.
She held out her palm full of pigment and painted brown-red stride-marks across my wind-dried face. Then she turned to our buddy Q, a filmmaker who was following us out here, and painted his face as well.
The pigment she used, coloring across our cheeks and down the bridges of our noses, was powdered red ochre mixed in the palm of her hand with water. It was something I always carried around in my pack, and every few years there’d be a day so perfect, so beautiful, I’d break it out. We’d just climbed a series of nunataks, mountain summits sticking up through the ice, and as a celebration, I got out the ochre. Continue reading