I remember sitting in a bivouac in the Cairngorms three years ago, teeth chattering so hard I could barely hold a lighter, staring at a …
Matching a Stove to a Pot Actually Matters
Camping With a Dog Who Has Never Slept in a Tent
I once spent three hours in a sodden tent in the Cairngorms, trying to untangle a wet, shivering Labrador from a pile of expensive, “dog-specific” …
The Route Card That Makes You Findable
I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2012, watching the light fail while a group of hikers realized their “safety plan” …
Camping With Small Children and Actually Sleeping
I remember standing in a sodden patch of grass in the Lake District, watching a family try to wrestle a high-tech, lightweight tent into the …
The Smallest Tool That Does the Jobs You Actually Do
I remember a client back in 2014, somewhere in the Cairngorms, trying to cut through a frayed climbing rope with a massive, tactical folding knife …
Joining a Survey and Doing It Properly
I remember standing on a sodden ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2012, my notebook getting more waterlogged by the minute, trying to log a …
The Complete Guide to Leaving No Trace
I was standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms last October, watching a peregrine return to a ledge that had been stripped of its natural …
Walking Alone: the Precautions That Actually Matter
I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching the light die behind a wall of grey mist, realizing my “fail-safe” …
Power Banks: Capacity Versus Weight in the Cold
I remember standing on a scree slope in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching the light fail faster than the forecast had promised, while my …
Turning Sightings Into Data Somebody Uses
I was standing on a sodden ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2012, my fingers so numb I could barely grip my pen, trying to …