Camping

I remember a night in the Cairngorms back in 2014, huddled in a tent that had become a damp, heavy-duty sponge because I’d misjudged the …

I remember a night on the Scafell Pike ridge back in 2014—the kind of night where the wind doesn’t just blow, it punches you. I …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers struggle to pitch a heavy, two-person dome tent …

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 once watched a family of four try to pitch a high-end, lightweight tent on a slope that looked “scenic” in a brochure, only to …

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’ve sat through enough “outdoor lifestyle” videos to know that most of them are complete nonsense. They show people in pristine, brand-new Gore-Tex, effortlessly flipping …

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 once watched a group of well-meaning weekend warriors try to figure out how to canoe camp while they were actively drifting toward a reed …