Jon Krakauer’s latest book tackles acquaintance rape in a college town. Acquaintance rape is a national issue–contrary to the stranger-in-the-bushes myth, the vast majority of rapists know their victims. It’s also the most unreported crime in America. Krakauer describes it well in his latest book, “Missoula: Rape and the Justice System in a College Town.” Missoula, Montana, is used to getting press for its fly fishing, liberal arts university, and outdoor sports. Many locals feel attacked by a best-selling author setting a book about rape here. Others are happy the book has kick-started some much needed conversation and soul-searching. Krakauer came to Missoula Wednesday night to face the town he profiled. More than 600 people crowded a hotel ballroom to see him. I wrote about the evening–and what Missoula has done to improve its response to sexual assault–for Outside’s website. Here’s the link.
On May 19, 1975, Harry Franks, a tall man with a long chin, was murdered outside a corner store on Cleveland’s East Side. Two men took part in his death. One splashed battery acid in his left eye and tried to rip the bag from his hands. The other drew a gun and shot him twice in the chest. After the men fled, people gathered around the body. In that crowd was Eddie Vernon, a 12-year-old boy who altered the course of three men’s lives when he stepped forward and said that he had seen the murder and he knew who had done it.
That lie led to the arrest of Ricky Jackson, Wiley Bridgeman, and Ronnie Bridgeman, three neighborhood teens. The three were charged, tried, and ultimately convicted of murdering Franks. They were originally sentenced to death. It would take more than three decades for Eddie Vernon to finally step forward and right a past wrong, recanting his testimony and exonerating three men. Wiley and Ronnie had been released on parole, but Ricky, the alleged shooter, had spent 39 continuous years behind bars–the longest sentence of an exonerated person on record in America–before he finally walked free last November. Remarkably, shortly after he was released, he met Eddie and forgave him for what he had done.
I went to Cleveland to meet Ricky in February, and I spent a good deal of the last month working on a cover story about him for the Christian Science Monitor’s magazine. This was a gratifying story to write. In his life, Ricky has endured more than most. And he has a lot to teach the world about forgiveness, perseverance, and overcoming injustice.
Last August I went to Carmel, California, to cover the 2014 Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance for Coastal Living. I’m not exactly an auto aficionado (I drive a 1998 Jetta that I start by pressing a button under the hood), so I had do to some research. I found out the Pebble Beach Concours d’Elegance is one of the most prestigious car shows in the world. Cars must be invited to participate. The owners are often millionaires. It’s like the Academy Awards for one-of-a-kind cars. Jay Leno comes every year (I saw him briefly abscond with a 1930s-era Czech motorbike), and the rest of the crowd is well-healed with fancy hats and flutes of champagne. (I fit right in.) At the end of the day, I had a lot of fun, with photographer Michael Turek. My favorite car? This 1952 Jaguar XK120, which held the world speed record in 1953 when it went 172.4 miles per hour. (A speed that would rapidly dismantle my Jetta.) My story is in the April issue of Coastal Living magazine. It’s also available online.
Yesterday in Abu Dhabi a high-tech airplane lifted off in an attempt to make the first round-the-world flight in a plane that runs on sun. It’s the 12-year dream of two Swiss pilots, André Borschberg and Bertrand Piccard. The flight will unfold in 12 different legs over five months. The plane, called the Solar Impulse 2, flies so slowly that crossing the Pacific will take five days and five nights of continuous flying. The Solar Impulse 2 has the wingspan bigger than a Boeing 747, but is lighter than an SUV. It only holds one person, so the pilots will alternate flying duties. I recently interviewed one of the pilots, Bertrand Piccard, for this small story in the April issue of Outside. Piccard comes from a rich pedigree of scientists and explorers, and is passionate about showing the world what is possible with green energy.
Every now and then I get to do a bit of science reporting, usually about something someone is researching at The University of Montana. I had a fun time reporting this story for the Montanan about Doug Emlen, an evolutionary biologist who studies animal weaponry. His main interest is dung beetles, but in his new book, “Animal Weapons: The Evolution of Battle,” he explores Irish elk, saber-tooth tigers, fiddler crabs and other animals who channel their resources into making weapons of outlandish proportions. In this way, they’re not dissimilar from humans, who have spent a great deal on arms races of our own. It’s an engaging book, even for a non-scientist like myself, with fascinating anecdotes of military history and biological anomalies. But it ends on a chilling tone when Emlen explores what the evolution of animal weapons can tell us about the future of our own nuclear, biological, and chemical weapons. The story includes fabulous illustrations by David Tuss.
I have two conflicting suggestions for how to spend your winter in this month’s issue of Outside. First, you can escape it, with a trip to the tropics, specifically Nicaragua, Hawaii, Mexico, Dominica, or the Canary Islands. It might look like this, if you’re cruising through the Sian Ka’an Biosphere, near Tulum, Mexico:
Or, you can embrace the winter with a visit to the Ranch at Rock Creek, a luxe dude ranch near Phillipsburg, Montana. It was recently ranked the most expensive hotel in the country, and it’s the sort of place celebrities like Kate Bosworth choose to get married. This is what it looks like (well, in summer, anyway):
Happy 2015, everyone. My story about fly fishing the Florida Everglades is in this month’s issue of Rhapsody magazine–United Airline’s first- and business-class inflight magazine. If you’re not flying first class anytime soon, you can flip through a digital copy online. I have a bio here (on the same page as supermodel Molly Sims!) and the story starts here. Photographer Mark Hartman and I had a blast down there, spending two days with Capt. Charles Wright, navigating the mangrove swamps, and casting big streamers to all the likely places. We caught a bounty of different species, and saw some amazing wildlife–roseate spoonbills, spotted eagle rays–even a gator.
I also have a couple short pieces in the January issue of Outside. This one describes my troubled relationship with yoga, and my admiration for my wife’s practice. It’s about men doing yoga in general. One company calls it “Broga.” And this one is about Island Lake Lodge, the British Columbia getaway where my wife and I spent our brief honeymoon. We were there in summer, when the fishing and hiking are great. In winter it turns into a world-class catskiing destination.
And I also have a story in the 2015 issue of the Montana Journalism Review–the oldest journalism review in the country. My story is about the Bitterroot Star, an independent weekly community newspaper holding out in an age of corporate conglomeration of the media in their home valley. Michael and Victoria Howell started the Star on a whim, 30 years ago, at the suggestion of a homeless hitchhiker they picked up in their school bus. Lately they’ve been doing some hard-hitting reporting on local officials that other corporate-owned papers have missed. My story is available online.