​It's finally happening!  The USAF 50 Summits Challenge takes on Denali as a team of Airmen will attempt to climb to the highest point in North America.  The team is comprised of active duty, reserve, and veteran Airmen, both officers and enlisted.  Like most Airmen, each climber has faced and overcome enormous challenges in their careers.  On this team, that includes spinal reconstruction, torn knee ligaments and meniscus, 2yr remote assignments away from family, traumatic brain injuries, post traumatic stress, low back injuries/hospitalizations, eye damage from lasers, and a variety of other serious setbacks.  Yet these Airmen aim to climb Denali not just for their own personal challenge, but to support the conversation regarding ways people can build up their resiliency before tragedy strikes.  And then when it does, how do you tap into your resources to overcome and reach new heights?

The team will fly into AK on May 28th and then plans to fly onto the Kahiltna Glacier on May 29th.  Their intent is to use skis and splitboards to reach the 14,000ft base camp over 3-5 days.  Once rested and acclimated, the team plans to climb the Upper West Rib and ski from the summit via the Messner Couloir if conditions permit.

More to come on this exciting climb and renewal of the USAF 50 Summits Challenge!  In addition to this website, you can also follow the updates via their Facebook page at www.facebook.com/USAF50Summits

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Airmen continue the adventure of the USAF 50 Summits Challenge.  On Sunday March 31st, a group of Airmen from the USAF Combat Rescue Weapons School summited Hawaii's highpoint.  Even if a summit has been 'claimed' or climbed, there are still endless reasons to climb it: fitness, friendship, health, views, inspiration, getting outside, adding a highpoint to your list, etc etc!

We are honored to be featured in the Air Force Academy Association of Graduates' latest publication.  If you read it and support the idea of an outdoor-based stress innoculation training program, please let us know.  We recently concluded a year's worth of research with MBA candidates from Denver University and have a compelling plan for a way forward.  

With the right assistance from supporters and military leaders, we believe this will be the start of a new, data-driven, proactive wellness program that will reduce traumatic stress injuries, improve service-member operational capabilities, increase retention, and reduce the lifetime cost of mental health care for those who serve.

Contact Maj. Rob Marshall via our 'Contact' link in the upper right of your screen for more details.

"Climb On!"

USAFA AOG Article: https://issuu.com/usafaaog/docs/december_checkpoints_online/62

Summer 2016 has been a big one for the USAF 50 Summits Challenge, not only have we had great success leading Airmen and veterans to state summits, we were treated to visits by Army and Marine Corps members on our summer climbs as well.  Very cool "Joint" operations!

Two of the toughest high-points in America were completed within two weeks of each other:  Mt. Rainier of Washington followed shortly by Granite Peak of Montana.  Both required a bit of technical skill, route finding, and robust risk management.  Not everyone made it to the summit, but that's actually not the goal!  The goal is always to get all participants back home safely... and hopefully a bit wiser/healthier/more alive.  That did happen, so we continue the success of our mission!

Next up for the 50 Summits Challenge appears to be trips in North and/or South Dakota, Illinois and Missouri (led by leaders from Scott AFB), and perhaps Ohio as well.  That would make for a great end-of-summer and beginning of fall!

Are you stationed in or near a state that hasn't been climbed yet?  Sign up to lead a trip and we'll help you get the word out and plan your event.  Has your state already been summited?  No worries, we encourage Airmen to keep climbing their state highpoint.  Contact us and we'll give you tips on how other Airmen have climbed that particular highpoint and then we'll get your event up on social media for max participation.

​Be safe, enjoy the summer, and CLIMB ON!  -RMM

Spring 2016 started off with a successful hike of the 12,600ft highpoint of Arizona.  Through some teamwork, grit and physical fitness, they made it to the top and flew both the Air Force and American flags.  Here's a great article from Davis-Monthan AFB Public Affairs that sums up the event: http://www.dm.af.mil/News/ArticleDisplay/tabid/6161/Article/789092/airmen-take-on-50-summits-challenge.aspx

​Sometimes it feels like there isn’t much to write about in deployed life.  The mind gets numbed by the incessant circadian rhythm changes, the repeating schedules, and the fact there is little new to write about since every day feels like Bill Murray’s “Groundhog Day” where he lives the same day over and over again.

But when I stop and take a deep breath, my mind clears and I realize there is always something different around me worth thinking about; worth learning about.  A new plant growing out of the desert sand and rocks.  The wind in the struggling grass.  Another embarrassing report about the state of American politics.  A change in the way my body responds to running/swimming/lifting.  A new idea on how we can improve morale and wellness among military members (I've got lots of those...).  A nearly lost echo of destiny calling your name, hoping you wake up from the doldrums of deployed life and remember what reason you are alive.

We are now 12hrs off from our previous circadian rhythm.  Go figure.  We descend the length of Afghanistan and this time Pakistan lets us fly through their airspace with no complaint as we continue on our long way to Europe, with a little stop in along the way.  Let’s just say it's a country I’ve never visited, so I’m looking forward to checking it out.  ​

The flight was an easy one.  We drank lots of caffeinated soda, since the infamous energy drink “RipIt” is no longer offered on the deployed bases.  It was a highly potent dose of caffeine that I guess too many people were abusing.  During the flight, a long discussion regarding religions began.  The range of conversations that take place while airborne range from crude toilet humor to some pretty serious scientific (nerd) and spiritual topics.  

For a good hour and a half the young 1st lieutenant who was temporarily flying with us, my loadmaster Ray, and I talked about love, sin, hell, God and judgement.  Yea, I know, that’s some serious stuff.  But unlike the crap you see on TV these days, there was no yelling, no finger pointing, no damning each other and certainly no judgment passed.  Imagine that!!  

While our views/beliefs were often very different, each person considered the other’s point/belief and then considered how it might play into their personal experiences.  I could write a book about the stuff we went into, but let’s just say that in the end the three of us came away with a better respect for each other’s positions and experiences, and I’d say each was more compassionate and tolerant from it.  ​

The powerful concept that the judgement of others should be reserved solely for whoever your God/Spiritual being is, leaving each of us free to not carry that impossible burden, was mutually agreed upon.  I’d call that a most satisfying conclusion.

Soon we were on the ground in Germany, swarmed by ground crews eager to whisk our passengers away, pump us full of tens of thousands of pounds of gas, suck out the doo-doo the 150 passengers left on the plane, and get us to a hotel for our quick overnight.  I’ve never visited this part of Germany before and it didn’t take long to see the jewel of this city: Cologne Cathedral (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cologne_Cathedral).  Its dark, gothic tower stood far above it’s surrounding skyline like a magnet attracting all eyes.  

After checking into our hotel, a failed attempt to eat at a popular restaurant (we got the distinct impression we weren’t welcome and after 1.5hrs of patiently waiting for a table we bounced), and a subpar meal at an alternate restaurant, I was reminded to quit paying attention to all these little inconveniences and pause to appreciate the beauty around me.  (That’s always around us.)  I snapped this photo that dark and rainy night… and as always moments of beauty always do, it made such adventures worthwhile.

Jetlag woke me after five hours of sleep, so I decided to venture into the dark, rainy city center in search of a fresh baked good and a quality European espresso/latte.  Putting on my civilian clothes and walking through the nice lobby was a stark change from the ubiquitous tan flight suits, camouflage uniforms, and shoddy buildings of the bases.  I soaked in the lavish setting and put my hood up as the revolving door brought me into the wet, cold predawn morning.  

I walked, peered into dark cafe windows, watched bakers working their industrial ovens and stacking fresh croissants and loafs, smelled the butter and flour cooking, but couldn’t find an open bakery or cafe.  What is going on?  It’s a modern country and a big city, but everything is closed!  Ohh… it’s Sunday.  These folks think a little down-time from commerce and some real relaxation is a good idea?  Nah… what’s this world coming to?! :) ​

As much as I was sad to not find a hot cup of coffee and a snack, I appreciated this concept of rest that is often lost in America.  Thankfully the hotel restaurant gave me a free cup of joe and I spent the morning reading and waiting for the sun to rise.  At 9am the first cafe opened and you can bet I was their first customer.  Berliners (like a donut), a chocolate croissant, and a big latte satisfied my sweet tooth so I could return to the Middle East (where none of those exist, at least on base).

The flight back was a good one, though I’m not sure our passengers would agree.  We had over 100 coalition army troops who would be riding with us back downrange.  Little did we know that they had been waiting at the German airport for two days waiting for us.  The ‘system’ did not communicate with them that we had been delayed in Afghanistan, so they showed up on time and waited in a hangar.  One of their local officers told us they then slept two nights in the hangar, waiting in limbo for us.  We passed on our sincere apologies and gave their leadership the phone number to command and control, as such gross miscommunications were out of our purview/control.​

The rest of this adventure was tame.  Each of us looked forward to returning to our 10’x10’ trailer room, the moldy bathrooms, and the blowing dust.  Much like mountaineers returning to basecamp after days at high camps, we so easily overlook the poor conditions of the place we temporarily call “home”.  Familiar items await: a place to sleep, fresh clothes, food, and a chance to breath out and relax.  On any adventure you’ve got to be content with what you are given to work with, otherwise the opportunity to grow and make the most from the experience is lost.

Picking up from where we left off:  I'm stretched out in the coffin sized rest area behind the cockpit, ready to nap after being up for over 20hrs.  We are headed for a much anticipated overnight in Germany, having just entered Pakistani airspace on our way to the Persian Gulf.

Like our trip into Pakistan just six hours earlier, Pakistani air defense comes on the radio in a state of intense emotion.  By threat of intercept/force, they kick us out of their airspace and force us to return to Afghanistan.  Wha?!  We are one of thousands and thousands of coalition planes that cross this same airspace, but tonight we must have the “Kick Me” sign on our back.  

We try to calm them down and explain we’re on a scheduled flight, but they’ll have none of it.  The threat of launching fighters to intercept us is the final straw and we turn around back towards Afghanistan.  (We later found out the Air Force mobility coordination center failed to add our flight to the document allowing Pakistan overflight.  Oversights do happen, more often than we'd like, but that's the downside of a ginormous, complex entity like the mobility arm of the military.)

Naturally at this time we’d hop on a satellite frequency or phone and get some help in fixing the situation.  But this plane just happened to have a broken satellite antenna.  Doh!  We are now stuck in Afghanistan, because we don’t have overfly authorized on the route to the north or to the south.  We decide to land at the nearest base: Kandahar.  (Hah!!)  So much for overflying that pit.  We pull in to what is a ghost town compared to earlier in the war.  As I walk out of the plane the first thing I notice is the smell: dusty, but with the slight smell of smoke or something burning.  Anything is better than smelling the poo-pit, so I’m cool with it.

(Here is a video of the Kandahar area when I was flying the CV-22 there in 2010:

We find out that they cannot accommodate our crew and the 50+ passengers in the back of the plane.  Command and control is no help over the land-line phone we are driven to, as they are thousands of miles away and unable to fully comprehend the bind we are in.  Their answer to Matt: "spend the night in Kandahar… we don’t believe there isn’t room to sleep there."  Thanks for the vote of confidence. 

The 50 passengers are quite frustrated, as they were supposed to return to Europe where their families were waiting, but now they are in Kandahar with no where to stay.  That’s when they suggest: let’s go to Mazar-i-Sharif.  They are familiar with the base and can assure us a place to sleep and a hot meal.  "Why didn't you say so earlier? Deal!"  So we launch into the dawn sky and head north.  And this is where the first reward of the adventure comes: I get to fly right up the middle of Afghanistan and its mountains in the daylight without fear of being shot, something I hadn’t really been able to do in my past AFSOC life.  ​

Mazar-i-Sharif is a beautiful location.  It’s on a plateau mostly surrounding by rugged mountains reaching up to 9,000ft.  Maz is the third largest city in Afghanistan (~690,000) and has a storied history, from the estimated birth place of one of my favorite poets: Rumi, to Genghis Kahn destroying their most important mosque, to the Russians using it as a base of operations to fight the mujahideen.  I wished for the opportunity to learn more about it in person, but my main focus was on finding a place to sleep, as it had been 30hrs since I last woke up (deployed sleeping isn’t very good unless you use Ambien, which I’m avoiding).  

Our passengers hooked us up with temporary sleeping arrangements, although it was right at freezing temperature inside them.  But it was better than a cargo plane floor or tent cot.  We dropped our bags and walked to the chow hall... which is where we received another treat: the view of the snow, mountains and clouds outside the fence.  After a quick meal, we returned to the rooms, hoping the small heaters we turned on would take the bite from the air, though not really caring either way. 

The friendly German quartermaster offered us some sheets, a cotton blanket and a pillow each.  With the weight of the hectic 30hr day pulling me to sleep like an intense gravity, I crawled into what seemed to be a cotton sleeping bag of sorts.  I loved the idea: one sheet like a tube, so no need for a fitted sheet.  Under the weight of the blanket and breathing in the cold, crisp mountain air, I fell into a deep sleep.  Only later did I find out the three-sided sheet I liked so much wasn't supposed to be slept in: it was a mattress cover that you slide over the entire mattress.  Hah!  Well, it certainly got the job done!

After six hours of solid sleep and a little bit of dozing, it was time to get back to work.  Too bad, as this quiet little base suited me well.  The view of the mountains from the compound was inspiring!  It reminded me of a grand adventure had by several Italian nationals in Africa.  They are Italian professional who are held in a WWII British POW camp.  Several days after they arrive at the camp, the clouds clear enough that they see a huge mountain summit hovering above the clouds.  They realize it must be Mt. Kenya, famous at that time for it was considered nearly unclimbable.  Well, they happen to be mountaineers and decide they’re going to escape the camp and climb the famous peak.  It’s a story about the love of mountains and adventures… about risking life to live life.  Check it out:  “No Picnic on Mt. Kenya”. ​

Part 3 Coming Soon.  The Adventure Never Ends...

[This blog hosted by USAF 50 Summits Challenge as a way to chronicle the deployment of a military mountaineer and build insight for the outdoors-minded person of what a deployment is like]

This adventure was the type not worth repeating.  However, like many adventures, it lead me to unexpected beauty and broadened my life.  Isn’t that why we adventurers ignore the unpleasant aspects of a journey and throw our hat in the ring time and time again?

It was supposed to be a long, yet simple mission: pick up troops in Afghanistan take em back to Europe and along the way make a brief stop in the former Soviet Union.  Come back much the same way.  

But it didn’t turn out that way.​

Global politics can be such a pain in the ass when you’re trying to get from point A to point B in the most efficient manner.  We needed to fly up Pakistan to Afghanistan, because clearly Iran isn’t interested in letting coalition aircraft fly in their airspace.  On the way into Pakistan, a very agitated air defense controller started calling for us over the emergency frequency, demanding we speak to him immediately.  So much for being in touch with his country’s air traffic control and for the US coordinating our overflight.  Hearing the stress and anxiety in his voice, I couldn’t help but wonder if he had his finger on the launch button to some strategic missile defense system.  It would be a silly oversight and highly unlikely, but hey, if it could happen in the Ukraine, why not here?  That’s something about military/combat situations: you never know who’s finger is on the trigger and what state of mind he/she is in that day.