New Year Blues
Sometimes the weather creeps up on you. You read the forecast and decide there’s nothing doing on the hills for a while and
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Good Reads for Bad Days
I’m writing this in the little blip that exists in all our lives between Christmas and new Year. It’s like a temporary truce
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Tear the compass from my cold dead hand.
I’m in the forest, it’s dark, I’m on a path that didn’t exist when they made the map I’m using. I can see
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Cotton Joe made it!
This is the guy I met on that wet day in Glencoul. See my previous two posts. Cotton Joe at the end of
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The Downhill Mountaineering Club
Part two of my Glencoul odyssey Sometimes you know in advance that things are not going to go your way. My plan is
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The Boobs of Glencoul
It’s dark and I’m miles from anywhere in one of the Highland’s remotest glens, Glencoul, and the bothy in nowhere to be seen.
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The Wet
I’ve been trying to ignore it for a while but now I’ve had to accept the something is happening “down below.” My inner
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I see things
Mountains are big. I’ve noticed. In fact they are really big at the bottom and always very small at the top, that’s how
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Bring Back the Wolf
Many years ago I was walking through a Canadian forest, heading for an ice climb, not too far from the town of Banff.
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Marathon Men
Now this is going to hurt. I think you can say, with some certainty, that if you sent off from the little seaside
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