Hiking

I remember a descent on the Scafell Pike ridge three years ago—mid-November, about 4:30 PM—when the light didn’t just fade, it vanished. One minute I …

I was standing on a granite ridge in the Lake District three years ago, watching a group of hikers try to “embrace the autumn colors” …

I remember standing on a sodden ridge in the Cairngorms, watching a group of “enthusiastic” hikers try to navigate a scree slope in heavy, leather …

I once spent four hours in a sodden valley near the Cairngorms, trying to find a specific emergency shelter that had been buried under a …

I remember a group I led back in 2014—a lovely, keen lot—who had spent a small fortune on the flashiest, lightest ultralight boots you could …

I remember standing on a narrow col in the Cairngorms, watching a group of eight people try to navigate a technical descent in a sudden, …

I’ve sat on many a damp ridge watching a group of “prepared” hikers realize that their expensive, lightweight gadgets are useless when the wind is …

I once spent four hours in a freezing, sodden hollow on the edge of the Lake District, watching a group of very bright, very capable …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2014, watching a group of otherwise capable hikers stare blankly at their phones because …