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Hiking in Skye

There are two secrets to happy hiking in Scotland: waterproof clothing and lots of time. Show up in the Highlands with a plan to reach such-and-such peak on such-and-such day, and Scotland will laugh in your face and spit rain at you. Better to draw a big circle around a set of calendar days and…

I stood ankle-deep in the mountain lake, icy inch-high ripples raced over my naked, chicken skin legs. On the pebbled shore, a fat man in a swimsuit leaned on a pair of crutches, pulling his jumpy German Shepherd on a leash and critiquing my painfully slow descent into the water. “Just jump in, dude!” he…

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…

Acclimatizing

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,…