Why I Am...
I’m a mountain man but I also love the vast, broad spaces.
White spaces which bring me the undisturbed running
of the wind, spaces of endless woods which whisper
to my heart about an unknown and primeval energy,
the one of our Mother the Earth.
Spaces which hide remote nameless mountains,
those not in fashion I mean. Places where nothing
else matters but my being there, my existing,
my breathing: to find back my affinity with
the great wilderness (and therefore, with
myself), this is all I care for.
This is how my "slogan" Back to the Planet
has come to life: a way to give voice to the need to
get back to Mother Earth, a way to live mountains
and adventure, no more having to conquer them,
no more with the "No Limits Man philosophy", but
with the "philosophy of Listening and of Slow Life":
a way to find back our "lost" roots.
It is an invitation, therefore, to simplicity.
Since years my Back to the Planet style gives ground to every new ski traverse or ascent
which I act in remote, wild areas of our Planet
(I hate to call them exploits or expeditions…!)
My climbs to big mountains and the ski traverses across polar areas,
therefore, are not only for…me;
few years ago, for example, I skied (snowshoed) across whole Alaska (from Valdez to Kaktovik),
during 5 months in the depth of winter,
a “trip” which had a specific goal:
help raise awareness in order to protect the Caribou’s calving grounds
on which the Native Gwich’in’s culture depends
since millennia, defend it from the voracious desires
of oil multinationals…
I live in a log Cabin
nestled deep in the northern
Scandinavian Mountains of Sàpmi (Lapland)
a place of stunning beauty
which I call "my "Little Alaska"...
No water inside,
we take it from the fresh mountain stream
which runs just few feets away...
No light except from one of candles..
No other heating than the big wood stove
and as you know...,
with wood you warm yourself 5 times in one:
when you cut the dry tree down
when you carry it close to the house
when you split it into many smaller pieces
when you bring them inside and finally...,
when you start the fire inside the big stove!
Here I raised my kid to become ...
more Sami than a Sami boy...
and wilder than the Crows he talks to
and the wind and the spaces
and the Native Peoples' Spirituality
he learned to breathe
Here we also run a Mountain Lodge
for all those who might be interested to breathe
(see "Contact me")