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From Vancouver to the Mexican Border. Beaches, Cities, Deserts, Mountains, Giant Redwoods, and 49-Degree Heat Tobias Renggli Back on the Bike The two and a half weeks in Vancouver were the first real break since the start of the journey. Nadja came to visit, and we spent most of the time taking things slowly: a few days in the mountains, a small cabin by a lake, then Vancouver. No schedule, no stress, and no problems that needed to be solved immediately. On the day she left,

In Canada, there are bears by the roadside like there are cows in Switzerland. Tobias Renggli A New Chapter After Mount Logan, I was done with skis for a while. Two expeditions, two summits, and almost three months on glaciers were behind me. Now came what I had been looking forward to for weeks: summer, tarmac, shorts, and a bike without 60 kilograms of expedition gear. For the first time in a long while, a friend from home was joining me as well. In Whitehorse, I packed up

Fourteen Days on the World’s Largest Mountain as the Last Team of the Season Tobias Renggli The Silence On June 10, 2026, a tiny plane dropped us off on a glacier in the Yukon. We had around 150 kilograms of gear with us. The pilot helped us unload, wished us luck, and took off again. He flew over us one more time, then the plane disappeared towards the horizon. A little later, the sound of the engine faded away. What remained was a kind of silence I had never experienced bef

How the next stage nearly came to an end after 50 meters Tobias Renggli Returning from the Mountain In this project, there’s no downtime between the two expeditions—just more cycling. After 36 days on the glaciers, Denali is behind us, and Mount Logan lies about 1,200 kilometers more to the east in the Yukon. I had to hit the road on my bike to get there. I’d been looking forward to it. After 36 days on the mountain, there’d finally be a different kind of movement, warmer tem

36 Days, 60 Kilos of Gear, and a Summit Day I Barely Remember Tobias Renggli Did I Take It Too Far This Time? For three days, the storm had been raging outside. The walls of the tent shook in the wind, ice crystals glittered on our sleeping bags, and the moment you stuck your head outside, everything disappeared into whiteout. We were at around 4,300 metres, it was day 20 of the expedition, and I was lying awake in the tent, seriously wondering for the first time whether I ha

Eight days traveling through Alaska before the actual expedition had even begun Tobias Renggli Three days until kilometer one When I stepped out of the car in Prudhoe Bay, I had been on the road for almost three days. The trip from Switzerland to Anchorage had taken about 40 hours, with layovers in Philadelphia and Seattle, followed by another 25 hours or so by car all the way to the far north of Alaska. The longer we drove, few and fewer was left. First the cities disappeare

About the last few weeks before the start of a two-year journey Tobias Renggli Three weeks until Alaska Three weeks before my departure for Alaska, I had never even seen my gasoline stove. That was unfortunate, because on Denali we would be using it to melt all our water from snow for weeks on end. If the stove stopped working up there, we couldn’t just buy a new one. So I’d resolved to take it apart and put it back together as many times as necessary before the expedition un