I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people crumble on steep ascents, and most of them weren’t lacking “spirit”—they were just following the wrong advice. You don’t …
Training for the Hills Without a Gym


I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people crumble on steep ascents, and most of them weren’t lacking “spirit”—they were just following the wrong advice. You don’t …

I spent twenty-two years watching how ecosystems fail, usually because people focus on the massive, cinematic disasters while ignoring the slow, quiet rot right under …

I spent twenty minutes last week watching a well-meaning group stare at a brand-new, high-tech ultralight tent that was currently being shredded by a sudden …

I remember a Tuesday in the Cairngorms, about eight years ago, when the wind wasn’t just blowing—it was screaming. I was leading a group of …

I was standing on a ridge in the Lake District three years ago, watching a group of hikers freeze because they’d read a glossy magazine …

I spent fifteen years as a ranger watching people treat “nature” like a showroom display—everything manicured, everything sprayed, and absolutely nothing living. There is this …

I remember sitting in a cramped, damp tent during a three-day soak in the Cairngorms, listening to the wind hammer against the flysheet and realizing …

I remember standing on a granite ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2012, watching a young hiker freeze, eyes wide, as a golden eagle drifted …

I remember a group I led in the Cairngorms three years ago—it was mid-October, the kind of day where the mist doesn’t just sit on …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms, watching the mist swallow the valley whole, while a group of “expert” hikers argued that their …