Charles Post Media, Bodø (2026)

19/11/2025

Did you know there’s a bird that spends its whole life on the highest peaks of Lofoten, through winter storms, northern lights, and summers when the sun never sets?  .pohl and I came up here hoping to find this ghost of the high mountains, a bird that transforms from brown to white so it disappears into the sea of snow.

As an ecologist, I hold two truths close. First: when we move slowly through fantastic places, we give ourselves a chance to notice magic so easily missed. Second: each day gives us an opportunity for a positive impact.

That’s why I wholeheartedly believe in the shared values between + , bound by a mission expressed through the new Gore-Tex Next-Gen Pro, PFAS-free with a reduced carbon footprint. This is gear built with durability, repairability, and nature in mind.

Nature isn’t an abstract idea. It’s here, in these peaks where rock ptarmigan thrive thanks to their remarkable adaptations. In winter storms, they use feathered feet, like snowshoes with a built-in shovel, to burrow into snow and carve out hidden tunnels to forage and survive storms.

There’s something special about being with them. Many only live 2–3 years! So, this autumn day in the sun might be the only one like it in their lifetime. They may be living their last November, their last sunny day when the sea sparkles and the peaks glow. Wild animals are fully present because every moment is the most important moment of their life.

Having the right gear lets me stay long enough to experience this, and take my time searching for a bird I’ve truly dreamed of spending time with.

Leaning into a lichen-covered stone, I breathe deeply. The world narrows; no noise, no distractions, just the commitment to stay still until the birds feel calm enough to let me into their life.

When time slows, we’re effectively giving ourselves a longer life. Being here among ptarmigan and arctic peaks reminds me that if I don’t slow down, I’ll be an old man in the blink of an eye. Being here amongst these birds is how I stretch time.

Up here, Next-Gen GORE-TEX Pro shines, built for these moments in Lofoten with this incredible bird who calls these mountains home.

08/05/2020

Conservation isn't abstract. Species and ecosystems aren't protected because a politician decided the future would be too bleak and bland without them. Conservation successes exist because people like wake up and join the fray, day in and day out.
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Imagine dedicating your life to the preservation of a wild animal, a plant or some obscure species of algae unknown to science for the simple reason that it’s the right thing to do, your calling on Earth.
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While society has a knack for placing subjective value on species ranging from charismatic megafauna to the worthless, nameless pest, each has a tremendous innate value that we often barely understand within the broader context of food webs and ecosystems. And yet, just because we don't understand the ecological "value" of a species, does not mean that it's any less important than the next.
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While we cannot save every species on every corner of the globe, we have the chance to save so much. And the golden eagle is an important one to save. As an apex predator that shapes the ecosystems it which it lives, it is also known as an umbrella species, meaning that if its habitat is preserved so too is the habitat of countless imperilled and often overlooked species from the obscure flowers that punctuate spring slopes to the lizard that basks in the mid day sun. Save the top and in turn you also can save the bottom.
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Golden is a film that celebrates , a raptor biologist who wakes up each day to join the fray. Her efforts are not trivial. Just as each drop of water makes the sea, each day she works towards a great goal, adding the to groundswell hell bent on saving wildlife. As reminded me of yesterday, "a landscape without wildlife is just scenery.”
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I'm proud to share that Golden, which I directed, will be premiering today, thanks to ,at 12pm PST on their YouTube channel, and will also be made available to online audiences during the upcoming festival. It's been a tremendous team effort. Thank you for believing in this project and + for helping me bring this story to life.

@ Planet Earth

13/04/2020

This time last year, .pohl and I were in Norway. After nearly a month, I had become fully intrigued by a bird species that seemed to occupy, and attempt to nest in, every nook and cranny within a stones throw of the sea, the black-legged kittiwake. What shook me was that while it's the most abundant gull on earth, it is also in a rapid downward spiral in a growing number of locations due to changing ocean conditions and climate change, specifically warming ocean temperatures, and its affect on plankton, their primary food source.
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Imagine the sound of your childhood. Imagine the sound of home. I'm sure we can all put our finger on that particular soundscape, unmistakably rooted to home. Now imagine almost every village, rocky nook and out of the wind eave along coastlines from the deep, deep arctic where some ice still remains year-round, southward, past the United Kingdom, and in some cases all the way to Florida. Imagine the caucophony and chatter of thousands of nesting seabirds, the acoustic fabric of the place. Old cabins and piers, rocky cliffs and verdant slopes coated in cupped mossy nests, while downy feathers cling to each tuft of wind. Now imagine all of that disappearing. I couldn't believe that the science papers I was reading indicated populations, even here in the remote villages of northern Norway where a kittiwake may travel 30 miles offshore to feed in wild, distant waters, was at risk of extinction.
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While we are in the depths of this global pandemic, one of the great lessons have been the results of our ability to work together, and address a massive, global crisis that doesn’t care about political allegiances, religion, skin color or socio economic status. While the virus is invisible much like the sweeping hand of climate change, we acknowledge it exists, see it’s fingerprints and effects, and with a nod to altruism, are taking steps to help one another. I see these attributes and the way we are banding together as a sign that we can take on climate change, and work to save the visible and invisible species, and ecosystems near and far. And remember, we need nature. I’m sure we are all feeling that truth now more than ever.

31/01/2020

One of the most powerful pathways to affect the changes we wish to see stems from the way we spend our dollars.
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Since my earliest days, I've been inspired by the natural world. And by the time I was in fourth grade, after our class raised a cohort of wild salmon from eggs, I experienced extinction. The creek over my back fence at one time supported an ancient salmon migration. Coho would have poured upstream as they had for milenia to reproduce, die and feed a forest of redwood, bay, oak and ash, the insects, birds, bats and river otter who all rely on the salmon.
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When those last salmon dissappeared, I was in high school. That salmon population is extinct, and with it went the food web and genetic resilience only thousands of years of natural selection for that particular watershed could create.
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By then, I was wading into my first environmental science course, and beginning to know and feel the connections we have, as a society, to the natural world. Positive synergy exists resulting in tremendous successes like the protection of wild rivers or the deconstruction of dams. Yet, tremendous drivers of degredation persist. If you read the news, you know what I'm talking about: ocean acidification, climate change, biodiversity loss, the decline of top soil...the list goes on.
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When all those negatives seem so overwhelming, so vast and incomprehensable it's easy to feel helpless. But I will tell you we have power. By choosing how and where you spend your money we can affect change and influence.
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I am honored and proud to be joining the family alongside my wife and best friend .pohl because Norrøna puts their money where their mouth is. They make products built to last with repairability prioritized in product design. They employ best practices that lead industry and go about business with a strong ecological consciousness. As an ecologist first, I am deeply inspired by their DNA, their mission to do good and be a positive force on Earth.
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@ Planet Earth

29/01/2020

More plastic than fish. It's hard to wrap my head around. I've seen the massive runs of wild salmon in Alaska and waters brimming with sea life along the Continental Shelf of northern California punctuated by the deep exhales of humpback whales, rolling tides of diving seals and a seemingly bottomless deluge of seabirds, thousands strong, in a single panorama. Below silver sardines, whose numbers have been in a steep decline for the past years, sustain the abundance that meets the eye. Their trajectory is a symptom of something greater, something complex and dynamic.
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Among the ailments affecting our seas is plastic. To imagine a sea so filled with plastic that the sum biomass of fish life is outweighed is incomprehensible. The sea is so vast, the ocean so wild - or so it seems.
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If each of us gave up single use plastics for just a single day per week we could make a difference. Give up single use plastics as often as possible and that impact grows even more.
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We have so much power in the seemingly benign daily decisions we make dozens of times each day. A reusable water bottle is one way to reduce your impact. Picking up plastic on your next hike or walk along the sea is another. Educating your friends and family about plastic pollution and the power we have to positively impact the plastic pollution crisis is perhaps the greatest contribution we can make because it scales and multiplies. And with elections around the corner, get those same friends and family out the door to vote. We need politicians who value the ecosystems that sustain life on Earth. There's no planet B.
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@ Norway

21/01/2020

Birgit Cameron is a mother, grower of food, a soil advocate, and Managing Director of . Her work leans on the singular notion that we must be in the business of saving our home planet. In our current state, there is no other path to take. At the rate we are losing our biodiversity, top-soil, rhizomes, ice caps, glaciers, and the very ecosystems that sustain human life on Earth, she’s made it clear: the time to act is now.
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Birgit and I had the chance to spend a day at where I spent many days as a young kid learning how to milk goats, spin yarn and tend to chickens. As we explored the foggy hills, pastures and gardens we talked about the future of our planet, what it means to be a steward in this day and age, and how every bite we take is a vote that has the power to change the world.
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This conversation, and the Volume 4 story that grew from it reminds me that while our planet is rapidly changing, we have - perhaps more than ever - opportunities at our finger tips that have the power to inspire tremendous positive change. @ Slide Ranch

20/12/2019

You can tell they’re infected because they’ve lost that spark for life: they stagger and wheeze, their noses run, their heads droop, and their eyes have lost the fire of a wild bighorn sheep. As the disease sets in, scientists like Frances Cassirer and Lauren Ricci see an all-too-common story unfold yet again: dead bighorn sheep. Both Frances and Lauren are wildlife research biologists studying wild sheep, a species that has a long history with disease, primarily following the introduction to and proliferation of domestic sheep across North America ⁠— a carrier of a complex and highly contagious, infectious disease, triggered by a bacterium called Mycoplasma ovipneumoniae (M.ovi)...
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Earlier this spring, I had a chance to join them in the field, to see firsthand how a success story was unfolding in Hells Canyon, an 80- to 100-mile-long ribbon of massive cliffs that hug the churning, muddy Snake River... Frances seemed to notice every speckle of light and aberration in the stone. It takes a careful, practiced eye to detect a bighorn sheep doing what they do well: positioning themselves on the faintest sliver of a rocky precipice you’d be certain no animal could reach, let alone bound across.
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After about an hour of delicately motoring up river... Frances suggested we stop and tie up to one of the few trees on the bank. From here, we would have a great vantage point up...we could barely make out a few family groups nestled into a slice of rock and grass about three-quarters of the way up the adjacent cliff. Frances didn’t look surprised. Her reaction was akin to someone looking at the ocean and noting that the water was indeed still there. I appreciated that. The bighorn should be there; it’s where they’re meant to be.
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I am beyond proud and honored to be a part of the female lead community of hunters and harvesters, artists and creatives, stewards and outdoorswomen who breathed so much life into Vol. 4. If you're passionate about nature, wildlife, the pursuit and harvest, I have no doubt you'll find this collection of female centric stories and perspectives enriching and inspiring.
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Excerpts and images from my story, Hope For Hells Canyon. @ Hells Canyon

31/07/2019

What an awesome collaboration! All for getting more people out into the wild. Rad stuff Jimmy Chin & Turo!

24/04/2019

I grew up hunting. My family home had a big vegetable garden and fruit trees. As a kid, I remember the positive feelings of having a hand in the food we ate.
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When my brother and I were young, my grandmother, who was an avid fisher, took us to the coast to fish for crabs. As we got older, we fished on the weekends and after school. Some days we caught more salamanders and frogs than fish. I had a terrarium so I could look at them for a while before letting them go.
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My dad owned a fly fishing company, and was on the board of California Trout, so I grew up in house where harvesting was second nature. We mostly caught rainbow trout in the lakes up the mountain, salmon offshore, and perch from a pier that flanked our local dive bar. In the summers I fished every day, mostly for striped bass and bluefish in the waters off New England. We used to trade some for lobster and clams to a friend who owned the local fish market. We'd always go to the farm stand to buy summer sweet corn too. That made meals special.
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In college, I managed a rooftop garden that supplemented the meals of 200 students who were apart of our Student Co-Op. I grew strawberries, carrots, kale and chard, and even mushrooms. Battling slugs for strawberries was a never ending tug of war. The slugs usually won.
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Now that I live in Montana, I gave up the sea and my epic veggie garden, but I'm fortunate to have healthy populations of elk, deer and geese in our valley. We just bought a house on ten acres, so the gears are spinning on making a proper garden.
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We also just got back from Norway. We went fishing, and ate an eight year old cod I caught. Lat week, we cooked it on the beach over a fire of drift wood. We hiked a bunch also. I brought some deer jerky from a doe I harvested in a creek bottom by my old house. We snacked on that as we explored the fjords and coastal mountains.
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Food is something that binds us to the land, to the ecosystem. These connections helps us live in connection with nature and better understand how we impact and may reduce our impact on our planet.
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Check out the link in profile to learn more
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21/04/2019

More trash than fish by 2050...again and again, that forecast cycled through my mind as we rowed through the wildlife and cod rich waters off , waters that have fueled generations of fishing families.
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With a way of life so closely tied to the sea, our time in Norway’s Lofoten Islands has been a beautiful reminder of where stewardship and traditional ecological knowledge are born, where communities that lean on the harvest and health of nature still thrive.
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After our morning row, .pohl and I took a run from our cabin by the sea into the mountains that rise all around Nusfjord. On our way home we passed a small cove swollen with marine debris and trash now filling our seas. The stream that wound it’s way through twisted groves of birch trees before cascading to the ocean was stuffed with huge pieces of styrofoam that had blown inland with winter storms. The trash we saw had likely traveled miles and miles before reaching these shores. We all share one sea.
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Rachel and I talked about the places we visit, how they inspire and educate us, offer so many friendships and experiences. Giving back is the key. So, we gathered trash bags, packed a lunch and spent yesterday cleaning up that little cove.
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It took about thirty minutes to hike over the ridge and two small valleys that separated our cabin from this cove.
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We left in the mid morning, and quickly collected piles of trash. Each piece was loaded into a bag, and painstakingly dragged, carried and slid - bag after bag - over the ridge, across streams and snowfields before finally reaching the trailhead. We got to know ever pound of that trash.
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Over the course of the day, we collected over 500 pounds. Our friends at had been cleaning the coastline the day before as part of a tradition that celebrates the Vårjevndøgn, or the full moon before Easter. Their dumpster, nearly full, was ready for us!
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While cleaning one little cove may seem insignificant, every little but helps. We all need more fish than plastic by 2050.
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📸 .pohl ❤️

19/04/2019

Hold something too close and sometimes perspective can be lost.
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It would be impossible to walk the lanes, docks and piers of resort and miss the chatter of our neighbors, the black-legged kittiwakes, feverishly slicing across the Arctic sky, beaks stuffed with moss and seaweed. It's early spring here, the season of nest building. Here in Norway's northern fjords a new generation of seabirds is on their way.
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As .pohl and I climbed higher towards the sea eagles and swifts darting about overhead, we looked fjordward towards our rorbuer, best described as cozy fisherman's cabin. Only with my binoculars could I see the specks of white pouring in and out of the harbor and village. From here, the kittiwakes, with their bold white wings and raucous cries, were nearly lost to the wind and rolling sea.
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A few days back, our friend and boat captain, Jean Martin, told us that the kittiwakes who clouded the sky and followed us to the cod fishing grounds offshore were the most abundant gull on Earth ranging across the Arctic and North seas. I learned from my friend who grew up across the fjord in Bodø, just south of the Lofoten Archepeligo, that the kittiwakes had always been there, the birds of her childhood.
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From the brow of the glacier polished mountain overlooking Nusfjord and the breeding colony of black-legged kittiwakes, the weight of what I had learned set in.
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On the day we arrived here, I met a kittiwake for the first time. It was building a messy nest that dripped over the door leading to the the reception. Fascinated, I did a bit of research, and read what science papers I could find only to discover that kittiwakes are in serious trouble. The most abundant gull on Earth is disappearing before our very eyes. Scientists believe warming oceans are to blame. So, what happens when they are gone? What would become without these incredible birds?
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