Fieldnotes and reflections from later life — cycling, wandering, noticing, and making sense of things along the way.
Every so often, a place bubbles back into consciousness Over the past few weeks, Knoydart has surfaced in several unrelated conversations, reminding me of a solo backpacking trip I did there that I’d almost forgotten about. According to the Mountain Walking Experience logbook I kept for my Summer Mountain Leader award, I did this adventure …
There’s a certain romance to the word mountaineer — conjuring images of icy peaks, ropes slicing into snow, and brave souls dangling off cliffs in storm-force winds. That’s definitely not me. My own mountain experience has been more about long days on foot, navigating wild and remote uplands, and camping out in the hills. I’ve …
No Route Map: Still Learning, Still Looking 