There is nothing impressive about being needlessly dangerous in the outdoors. Nothing at all. Being outdoors does have it’s risks and, as outdoorspeople, we accept them and try to limit them. But doing something stupid is just that, it’s fucking stupid. It’s likely that everyone has a story of something stupid that they did in the outdoors, something they’ll shrug off as ‘funny’ instead of stupid. Continue reading
Beds are comfortable. You can get beds with lumbar support, really big beds, dense warm duvets. You can cover your bed in a goose down quilt, use blankets, you can get pillows that are pretty much clouds wrapped in material. But why sleep there when you can sleep in a sleeping bag, in a shack with a fire slowly going out beside you? Or under a fallen tree on a beach when you’re not quite sure where the high tide mark is? Or inside a glorified body bag, vomitting over yourself from altitude sickness as the wind chill forces the temperature below freezing?