The idea to cross this country, so wild and hostile, in the middle of winter, with a sled, was given to me by a journalist from RAI whom I met in 2001 in Morocco during the Marathon des Sables. The few things he said to me immediately found a way into my heart. It seemed crazy, but I would have done anything to make that dream come true. I was 24 years old, I was a mediocre university student enrolled in the third year of Banking Sciences who still had to find his way, and that adventure seemed the right opportunity to get to know the world and myself.
I made the first 600 km crossing in February 2002, from Anchorage to the small village of Mc Grath. It was a short journey (only 9 days) but the temperatures, the weather conditions and the not quite right equipment made the adventure very challenging. In particular, it was the sled (designed and built together with a friend in a garage) that gave me the biggest problems . It was large, heavy, and difficult to maneuver on the mountain trails I walked. But it was my ” baby” and I would not have changed it for any other sled in the world.
The following year I returned to Alaska for a 1,400km crossing from Anchorage to Nome. Thanks to the previous year crossing, I decided to make some changes to my equipment. The old sled was replaced with a lighter and more manageable one. It was a wonderful expedition that led me to discover places that I still have in my heart today.