Malkolm is cycling on! He is now cycling from Alaska to Washington DC, and then continuing on to the UN Climate Change conference in Cancun in December.
It all started with Bird Year, Malkolm and his parents' year-long, fossil-fuel-free journey in search of birds. Cycling a total of 13,133 miles (21,144 km), they identified 548 different bird species and raised more than $25,000 for bird conservation. Bird Year turned them into confirmed cyclists and taught them that climate change was more serious than they had thought.
In 2009, Malkolm biked from Whitehorse to Ottawa as a part of Pedal for the Planet: the project called for the Canadian Government to become a leader in the struggle to come to grips with climate change. The Harper Government did not even meet with the young cyclists.
Malkolm is now 18 and just finished high school. On August 24, he dipped his foot in the Pacific Ocean in Skagway, Alaska. Then headed up and over the White Pass to the Alaska Highway on his journey to Washington and on to Cancun.

Friday, July 6, 2007

Our "rest" day - Malkolm

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We cycled into Hazleton in northern British Columbia, glad to be rid of the swarms of blackflies and mosquitoes that had infuriated us along the Stewart-Cassiar Highway. The bugs made hanging out at camp intolerable, so we had put in long days on that stretch, dragging our heavy loads more than 70 kilometers per day for six straight days. The birds enjoyed the bugs however: we found our 100th species on day 14 in Hazelton. We needed a rest day.
We camped out in Hazelton at the home of very kind birders Ray Sturney and Maureen Sargent. I was keen to find a few alpine birds that we hadn’t seen yet, like ptarmigan and grouse. Ray suggested climbing to Nine Mile Mountain, a place rich in avifauna. They drove to the start of the hike while Wendy, Ken and I cycled along a rough track that lead to the mountain. As we rounded a bend in the road we wondered if we had taken a wrong turn – the track turned into a creek (a beaver had dammed the creek, diverting it onto the road). After a more few kilometres we left our bikes and set off on a steep, two-hour hike to the alpine plateau.
When we came out onto the plateau, we were serenaded by Golden-crowned Sparrows singing from spindly evergreens. Horned Larks hopped amongst the boulders and American Pipits flitted over the tundra. A grizzly bear strolling across a nearby hillside startled us. We finally found one of our target birds, a Willow Ptarmigan, not completely changed out of its white winter plumage. The Ptarmigan clucked “go-back, go-back, go-back” then scurried away. “The slog up here was worth it,” said Wendy. She might have reconsidered when her knee started hurting on the long hike down.
Our “rest day” turned out to be anything but.

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