Gear

I once watched a group of walkers, all well-equipped with expensive shells and proper boots, nearly walk right off a scree slope because they were …

I remember a Tuesday in late November, somewhere on the edge of the Cairngorms, when a client’s “waterproof” gaiters decided they weren’t actually waterproof. We …

I remember a Tuesday in the Cairngorms, three years ago, when a group I was leading found themselves huddled under a single, inadequate tarp because …

I once watched a group of otherwise capable walkers sit huddled on a scree slope in the Cairngorms, staring at their hands with a look …

I was standing on a scree slope in the Cairngorms, three hours behind schedule and watching a bruised purple sky swallow the last of the …

I once spent four hours huddled under a granite overhang in the Cairngorms, watching a group of very expensive, very optimistic hikers shiver uncontrollably because …

I remember a Tuesday in late October, somewhere on the edge of the Cairngorms, when the mist turned into a relentless, sideways soak. I was …

I remember a group I was leading in the Cairngorms three years ago—it was late October, the wind was gusting at forty knots, and the …

I once spent six hours huddled under a limestone overhang in the Cairngorms, watching a group of well-meaning walkers try to navigate a descent in …