With complex hierarchies, obscure heroes and indecipherable lingo, the outdoors community is more daunting than it should be.
Many years ago, before the prospect of camping became a real and constant threat in my life, I was a city girl through and through. I had never slept beneath the stars, never bathed in a lake and never answered nature’s call in, er, nature.
During this time of high heels and pricey meals, I had a conversation with an outdoorsy friend of mine ahead of his Three Peaks Challenge. Mike (let’s call him) was searching for a driver and remarked that “most climbers rely on their girlfriends for transport”.
He rolled his eyes. “We call them ‘crag girlfriends’,” he said with an arrogant smile. Continue reading