Hiking

I remember a group I was leading in the Cairngorms three summers ago—the sun was uncharacteristically relentless, and everyone was pushing for the ridge. One …

I remember a Tuesday in late October, somewhere on the edge of the Cairngorms, when the wind didn’t just blow; it bit. I was leading …

I remember standing on a scree slope in the Cairngorms, watching a perfectly capable walker try to “power through” a grade-two sprain because they didn’t …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching the light die while a group huddled under a single, inadequate tarp. …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms back in 2012, watching the light fail while a group of hikers realized their “safety plan” …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching the light die behind a wall of grey mist, realizing my “fail-safe” …

I once spent four hours in a damp valley near the Cairngorms, watching a father try to navigate a steep scree slope while his six-year-old …

I’ve spent two decades watching people mistake a sunny morning in the valley for a guarantee of safety, and adding a dog to the equation …

I remember a group of walkers back in the Cairngorms, three years ago, standing on the edge of a swollen burn. They were staring at …