I remember standing on a featureless plateau in the Cairngorms, watching a group of hikers stare in panicked silence at a frozen handheld unit. The …
Gps as a Second Opinion, Not a Guide


I remember standing on a featureless plateau in the Cairngorms, watching a group of hikers stare in panicked silence at a frozen handheld unit. The …

I remember sitting in a damp tent in the Cairngorms back in 2012, listening to the wind whip against the flysheet and realizing that my …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers freeze because they’d bought into the marketing hype …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, watching a group of hikers huddle under what they thought were high-end shells, …

I was standing on a sodden ridge in the Cairngorms last November, the kind of damp cold that settles into your marrow and stays there, …

I’ve spent twenty-two years watching people make the same mistake: they walk into a shop, see a shiny, high-tech boot with enough Gore-Tex to wrap …

I was halfway up a scramble in the Cairngorms last October, caught in a sudden, sideways sleet that turned the granite into a skating rink, …

I remember waking up on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, shivering not because of the temperature, but because my sleeping bag felt …

I remember standing on a ridge in the Cairngorms three years ago, wind coming in sideways and my boots feeling like lead, only to find …

I remember a group I led back in 2014, somewhere in the Cairngorms, when the mist rolled in so thick you couldn’t see your own …