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Posted by Gale force winds and short skirts don’t mix, but I took the risk all the same. My aim was the great and imposing Scottish mountain called Ben Nevis–the highest point in the United Kingdom (4,409′ ft, 1,344 m). As for wearing a kilt, well, when in Scotland . . . True kilts are made of…
I walk through the uphill dust of an ancient explosion. My boots crunch into the slope in rhythm, worn rubber upon stones and sand, and in my head, I imagine the mighty boom that formed this mountain before me. I have walked five days to get to this point—through leafy forests jumping with monkeys, then…
For more about my Kilimanjaro adventure, read my posts from day one, day two, and day four. Every morning my guide Zachary asks me if I have slept like a baby and every morning I tell him yes, just like a baby. Whoever invented this expression never had a baby, because most of the babies…
Acrophobia is not a “fear of heights”, like everyone says. Acrophobia comes from the Greek root ἄκρον (akron) which means: the farthest bounds or uttermost parts, the end, the extreme—the edge. I am a true acrophobe—I am not afraid of heights; I am afraid of the edge. The very extreme edge of Preikestolen looks hand-chiseled,…
