I was leading a group through a scree slope in the Cairngorms last October when I heard it—the unmistakable, wet thwack of a heavy leather …
Boots or Trail Shoes: the Honest Comparison


I was leading a group through a scree slope in the Cairngorms last October when I heard it—the unmistakable, wet thwack of a heavy leather …

I once spent four hours in a sodden hollow near the Cairngorms, shivering in a downpour because I’d prioritized finding a flat spot over checking …

I’ve sat in too many briefing rooms listening to people talk about “predictive meteorological modeling” as if a fancy algorithm can account for the way …

I was standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers try to pitch a high-tech, ultralight tent on …

I once watched a group of hikers turn back three miles from their objective, not because the weather had turned or the terrain was too …

I remember standing on a saturated ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a group of otherwise capable hikers stare blankly at a piece of waterproof paper …

I was standing on a granite ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, soaked through to my base layers and waiting for a mist to …

I spent three hours last Tuesday huddled behind a gritstone outcrop in a driving sleet, my fingers numb and my binoculars fogging every time I …

I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people make the same mistake: they think knowing how to plan a day walk is about downloading the flashiest app …

I once spent four hours on a sodden ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a perfectly capable group of walkers slowly descend into a state of …