I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people walk into the treeline with a thousand pounds of shiny, high-tech kit they clearly read about in a glossy …
I remember sitting in a sodden bivvy bag near the Cairngorms, listening to the wind whip against the flysheet and watching a group of hikers …
I was standing on a granite ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a guy try to navigate a sudden mist bank using nothing …
I remember a Tuesday in late October, standing on a rain-lashed ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a young hiker freeze mid-stride because a golden eagle …
I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2012, watching a landscape that felt fundamentally wrong. The vegetation was thin, the riverbanks …
I was standing on a sodden ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of otherwise capable hikers try to patch a leaking …
I spent most of my career watching people try to “save the planet” by buying expensive, pre-packaged “pollinator kits” from big-box garden centers, only to …
I remember a Tuesday in the Cairngorms, mid-November, when the light didn’t just fade—it vanished. I was leading a group of six, and we were …
I once spent four hours in a bivvy bag on a ridge in the Cairngorms, listening to a group of “prepared” hikers argue about whether …
I remember a Tuesday in late October, mid-way up a ridge in the Lake District, when a group I was leading decided that a cluster …