I once watched a group of hikers sit shivering in a damp valley for three hours, clutching expensive binoculars and staring at a patch of …
Why Almost Everything Happens in the First Hour


I once watched a group of hikers sit shivering in a damp valley for three hours, clutching expensive binoculars and staring at a patch of …

I once watched a group of hikers spend three hours debating which high-tech, lightweight titanium stove was worth the extra fifty quid, only to spend …

I remember sitting in a sodden valley in the Cairngorms three years ago, listening to the rhythmic thwack of a poorly tensioned flysheet struggling against …

I can still smell the wet wool and the metallic tang of that first real sleet hit back in the Cairngorms—the kind that doesn’t just …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2012, teeth chattering and visibility dropping to about ten meters, watching a group of …

I remember a night in the Cairngorms back in 2014, huddled under a tarp in a relentless sleet storm, listening to the rhythmic, hollow thud-thud …

I remember standing on a col in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of otherwise capable walkers try to “power through” a sudden …

I’ve sat on too many ridges in the Cairngorms watching people struggle with packs that were far too technical for what they were actually doing. …

I remember a group I was leading in the Cairngorms three years ago—it was late October, the wind was gusting at forty knots, and the …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers freeze in place because they’d followed some glossy …