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In light of Adam Goodheart's long-standing fascination with prehistoric mammals—an obsession dating back to a book on Ice Age animals that his parents gave him for his seventh birthday—it's no surprise that the Outside correspondent found himself transfixed by reports that the frozen carcass of a woolly mammoth
had been discovered in the Siberian Arctic. And when Goodheart learned that Bernard Buigues, the French explorer who unearthed the mammoth, was returning in order to thaw the remains with hair dryers so the extinct beast might one day be cloned, he could barely contain himself. "It was this weird meeting of science and entertainment, the Third World and the
First World, an era many millennia ago and the present—all coming together in this one place," says Goodheart, who lives in Washington, D.C., and also writes for The Atlantic Monthly and The American Scholar, among others. "I thought, My God, could there be a more perfect story for our times?
I just had to get to Siberia."
Easier said than done. When he arrived in Moscow, the Discovery Channel group with whom he was traveling was told that their flight to the dilapidated Siberian outpost of Khatanga had been canceled. Fortunately, Buigues's fixers started working the phones. "The next thing I knew, a big, fat thousand-dollar wad of cash was being slipped to the
representatives of the airline, and mysteriously some seats appeared for us on another flight."
More than 2,000 miles later, Goodheart was running his fingers through the hair of an animal that grazed the steppes 23,000 years ago—an encounter he relishes both for what it gave him and what it took away. "I definitely felt a voyeuristic thrill in going to see the mammoth," he says. "But somehow, the idea that those
mammoths are still out there under the ice seems more powerful than what happens when you dig them up. What keeps people hunting these things is the air of mystery that surrounds them—which is all too easily dispelled. As Oscar Wilde said, you always kill the thing you love." Goodheart's story, "Bringing Back the Beast," begins on page 48.
For this issue, Outside contributing editor Bruce Barcott produced not one but two feature stories: a report on the alliancebetween religion andenvironmentalism ("For God So Loved the World," page 84) and a profile of Iditarod champion Doug Swingley ("Dog Is My Copilot," page 78). The divergent assignments presented quite a challenge. "I cut my brain in two," laughs Barcott. "I'd weigh heavy theological issues, and then I'd call up someone and have a chat about dog food."
While shooting the photographs for Bruce Barcott's profile of Montana-based dogsledding champion Doug Swingley, Judy Walgren was flipped into a snowbank by a runaway dog team, lost the keys to her rental car, and suffered frostbite on her right ear. "I've had dengue fever and malaria and been shot at by Somali gunmen," says Walgren, who has
covered war and famine in Africa for more than ten years, and has a home in Dallas. "But never in my wildest dreams did I dream of getting frostbite. My earlobe basically exploded."
"It was a slog, but I totally love this kind of thing," says photographer Michael Darter, who was given only ten days to prepare for our foray into ski mountaineering ("We Fell into a Burning Ring of Fire," page 92). In addition to tackling
adventure sports, Darter, who splits his time between New York and Santa Fe, takes on a range of other projects, from shooting desktop PC's for a computer magazine to following a day in the life of a fried-fish shack for The Washington Post's dining column.
Christopher McDougall took an admirable hands-on approach to his report on the violent game of Ba', which is played in an Orkney Island village each Christmas and New Year's Day: He joined the fray. "It was horrifying," says the Philadelphia-based writer, whose story, "A Severed Head, A Pint of Skullsplitter, and Thou," appears on page 43. "It's like being caught in heavy surf—whether you live or die is out of your hands. And yes, I'm getting ready to do it again next year."
John Cuneo found the task of illustrating our story on expedition financing ("Mergers and Expeditions," page 28) to be a refreshing departure from the off-color commissions he's been getting lately—a trend that has included assignments such as the sketch he did
of Tom Green's MTV special on testicular cancer. "Years ago, I designed a bunch of dirty greeting cards, and it seems to have come back to bite me in the ass," sighs the Denver-based Cuneo. "It's nice to finally do a drawing that I can actually show my mom."
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