The True Story of Karl Bushby’s Walk Around the World

By the time Karl reached Alaska in 2003, he had already walked thousands of miles. But this stretch felt different—more remote, more vast, and far less forgiving. Villages were scattered across icy expanses, with days of wilderness between them.

The air had a sharp, metallic chill, and the silence was complete. There were no roads for long stretches, just animal tracks and frozen rivers. He wore snowshoes and battled whiteouts that erased the horizon. Unlike earlier challenges, Alaska demanded a kind of mental solitude.