Gear

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 …

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 …

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 …

I was standing on a granite ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a group of hikers realize that their “smart” device was nothing more than a …

I remember a Tuesday in late November, standing on a sodden, featureless ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a client try to use a cheap, plastic …

I remember a Tuesday in the Cairngorms back in 2014—the kind of day where the mist doesn’t just roll in, it swallows you whole. I …

I once watched a group of very capable hikers, well-equipped for a summer trek, huddle under a lightweight bivvy bag that was clearly designed for …

I once spent forty minutes in a freezing downpour on a ridge in the Cairngorms, trying to stem a bleed from a client’s leg using …

I remember a Tuesday in the Cairngorms, about six years ago, sitting in a sodden tent while the wind tried to peel the flysheet off. …