High Land Walks

High Land Walks Guided walks in Kintail and Wester Ross and Skye.

17/11/2025

On September 24, 1975, 🇬🇧 Doug Scott and Dougal Haston stood on the summit of Everest (8,848 m)—the first humans to scale the mountain via the South-West Face.

It began in the 1960s, when Chris Bonington’s generation of British climbers dreamed of tackling Everest’s most forbidding wall. In 1972, an international team tried but failed, stopped by avalanches and exhaustion.

In 1975, Bonington returned with Britain’s strongest team: Scott, Haston, Boardman, Estcourt, Braithwaite, Burke, Boysen, and Sherpas led by Pertemba. The expedition carried 27 tons of gear through the Khumbu Icefall and up the Western Cwm. Camps rose one by one to the shoulder of the South-West Face.

The key was the Rock Band, a cliff barring the route at 27,000 ft. On September 20, Paul Braithwaite and Nick Estcourt forced a gully through it, the breakthrough that opened the way to the top.

On September 22, Scott and Haston left Camp V, battling steep rock and failing oxygen to reach Camp VI. The next day, they climbed to the South Summit. With dusk falling, they pushed on.

⏱️ At 6:00 p.m. on September 24, they reached the summit of Everest.

Too late to descend, they bivouacked in the open at 28,700 ft., one of the highest unplanned bivouacs in mountaineering history. Oxygen gone, no sleeping bags, they survived the night and stumbled down alive.

Two days later, 🇬🇧 Peter Boardman and 🇳🇵 Pertemba Sherpa also reached the summit. But tragedy struck—Mick Burke, pushing alone in worsening weather, never returned.

The South-West Face was climbed, but at a price. The 1975 British Everest Expedition became a landmark in Himalayan climbing: bold, national, yet shadowed by loss.

Photo showing Dougal Haston approaching the Hillary Step. Photo ©: Doug Scott.

14/11/2025
11/11/2025

In 1921, Ada Blackjack made an impossible choice.
She was 23 years old. A young Iñupiaq mother in Nome, Alaska. Her five-year-old son, Bennett, was dying of tuberculosis. The medical care he needed cost money she didn't have. She worked as a seamstress, but it wasn't enough.
Then she heard about an expedition to the Arctic. They needed someone to sew and cook. The pay could save Bennett's life.
Ada took the job. Not for glory. Not for adventure. For her son.
The expedition was headed to Wrangel Island—a frozen, desolate place north of Siberia that barely appears on maps. The plan was to claim it for Canada or Britain. The team: four experienced men and Ada. She was the only woman. The only Native person. Hired to do the domestic work while the men explored.
They arrived in September 1921.
Almost immediately, everything went wrong.
The expedition leader, Vilhjalmur Stefansson, had promised abundant wildlife to hunt. There was almost none. He'd promised supply ships would arrive. They never came. The team was stranded on one of Earth's most hostile islands with dwindling food and no way out.
The first winter was agony. Temperatures plunged. Food ran out. The men grew weaker. Ada—who'd been hired just to sew—found herself doing whatever it took to keep everyone alive. Making warm clothing from animal skins. Rationing food. Watching helplessly as hope faded.
By June 1922, they faced a terrible reality: they wouldn't survive another winter.
Three men—Crawford, Galle, and Maurer—made a desperate gamble. They would walk across the sea ice to Siberia to get help. It was nearly a su***de mission, but staying meant certain death.
They left Ada behind with the fourth man, Lorne Knight, who was too sick to travel.
The three men vanished into the Arctic. They were never seen again. Their bodies were never found.
Now it was just Ada and Knight. Alone on Wrangel Island. And Knight was dying.
He had scurvy. His body was shutting down. Ada had no medical training. No survival training. She'd never hunted in her life. But she tried everything. She nursed him. She attempted to hunt fresh meat that might help. She kept their shelter standing through Arctic storms.
She wrote in her journal about the fear. The isolation. The desperate prayer that someone would come.
On June 23, 1923, Lorne Knight died in her arms.
Ada Blackjack was now completely, utterly alone.
Just her, her cat Vic, and thousands of miles of frozen emptiness.
She was 25 years old. A seamstress from Nome who'd never been trained for this. Four experienced male explorers had already died or disappeared on this island.
Most people would have lost hope. Ada didn't.
She thought about Bennett, waiting for her in Alaska. That's what kept her going.
So she taught herself to survive.
She was terrified of guns—but she learned to shoot. She hunted seals and foxes. She trapped birds. She fought off polar bears that came to her camp. She repaired her shelter through screaming blizzards. She sewed clothing from the animals she killed, keeping herself warm through the endless Arctic night.
She kept her journal. She talked to Vic. She prayed. She refused to give up.
For weeks and weeks, Ada Blackjack did what four trained men couldn't do. She survived.
On August 20, 1923, a rescue ship finally arrived.
The rescuers expected to find bodies. Instead, they found a quiet, capable woman who'd kept herself alive in one of the most unforgiving places on Earth.
Ada had done the impossible.
You'd think the world would have called her a hero.
Instead, they tried to blame her for Knight's death. They suggested she hadn't done enough—a cruel lie. Knight was dying of scurvy; nothing could have saved him. The media focused on the dead white explorers. Stefansson, whose poor planning had caused the disaster, deflected responsibility.
And Ada—traumatized, exhausted, and shy—just wanted to go home to her son.
She took the money she'd earned and got Bennett the medical care he needed. He recovered. She remarried, had more children, and lived quietly in Alaska. She rarely spoke about Wrangel Island.
Ada Blackjack died in 1983 at age 85.
For decades, her story was forgotten. The men who died were remembered as brave adventurers. The woman who survived was erased.
But here's what Ada Blackjack actually did:
She taught herself skills that took explorers years to master. She conquered paralyzing fear. She endured psychological isolation that would shatter most people. She did it all while grieving, while wondering if she'd die next, while clinging to the image of her son's face.
She survived because she loved Bennett more than she feared death.
That's not just courage. That's the fiercest kind of love there is.
Ada never saw herself as extraordinary. She was humble about what she'd accomplished. But she was wrong.
She was:

An Indigenous woman in an era that dismissed Indigenous peoples
A mother who endured hell for her child
A seamstress who became one of history's greatest Arctic survivors
A hero who outlasted every trained explorer on that island

And she was forgotten because she didn't fit the story people wanted to tell.
Today, historians finally recognize Ada Blackjack. Books have been written. Her name is taught as a symbol of resilience and Indigenous strength. She's acknowledged as one of the greatest survival stories ever recorded.
But she deserves more than belated recognition. She deserves to be remembered alongside every famous explorer. Every child who learns about the Arctic should learn her name.
Ada Blackjack: 1898-1983.
A seamstress who became a legend. A mother who conquered the Arctic for love. An Iñupiaq woman who refused to be defeated.
She survived when everyone else died. Then she went home to her son—because she'd promised herself she would.
That's not just survival. That's one of the most powerful examples of human will ever recorded.
Ada Blackjack didn't think she was a hero.
But she was. And it's time we never forget her name.

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10/11/2025

4,000 years before Gore-Tex, they invented something better.
Then the world almost forgot.
In the brutal cold of the Arctic—where a single mistake with your clothing could mean freezing to death or drowning in icy water—Indigenous communities created something modern science still marvels at: waterproof, breathable fabric.
But they didn't use petroleum products or laboratory chemistry.
They used intestines.
The Inupiat of Alaska, the Yupik of Siberia, the Inuit of Greenland and Canada—Arctic peoples across thousands of miles developed the same ingenious technology independently. They turned the intestines of seals, walruses, whales, and even bears into garments so sophisticated that when Western scientists finally studied them, they found engineering principles that wouldn't be "invented" in factories until the 1970s.
This wasn't crude survival gear. This was advanced textile engineering.
Here's the problem they were solving: Arctic hunters spent hours in kayaks on freezing water. They needed protection from rain, ocean spray, and wind. But they also needed to stay dry from the inside—because in subzero temperatures, sweat is as dangerous as seawater. If your clothes trap moisture against your skin, hypothermia kills you just as surely as falling through ice.
You need fabric that keeps water out but lets sweat escape.
In 1969, a chemist named Bob Gore would "invent" this concept, creating Gore-Tex: a synthetic membrane with pores too small for water droplets but large enough for water v***r. It revolutionized outdoor clothing.
But Indigenous Arctic peoples had been wearing this exact technology for 4,000 years.
They discovered that mammal intestines—particularly from seals, walruses, and whales—have a natural membrane structure that works like a one-way gate. The outer surface of the intestine is dense enough to block rain and ocean spray. But the inner surface has microscopic pores that let water v***r (sweat) pass through.
Water drops are too big to get in. Sweat molecules are small enough to get out.
Perfect breathable waterproofing. Engineered by nature, refined by human ingenuity.
But turning intestines into clothing required extraordinary skill.
First, hunters would carefully harvest intestines from freshly killed seals or other marine mammals. The intestines had to be cleaned meticulously—any remaining organic matter would rot and destroy the fabric.
Then came the preparation. Seamstresses (this work was almost always done by women, and they were deeply respected for their expertise) would wash the intestines repeatedly in cold water. Then they'd inflate them like long, translucent balloons and hang them to dry in the cold Arctic air.
When fully dried, the intestines became a thin, papery material—translucent, lightweight, and remarkably strong. A single intestine might be 6-10 feet long. Seamstresses would cut them into strips and begin the painstaking work of stitching them together.
This wasn't just sewing. It was waterproof engineering.
The stitching technique was crucial. A regular seam would leak. So Arctic seamstresses developed specialized waterproof seam methods—overlapping the strips precisely, using sinew thread, sometimes coating seams with seal oil or other natural sealants. Each stitch had to be tight enough to prevent leaks but flexible enough to allow movement.
A finished parka might use intestines from dozens of animals, contain thousands of individual stitches, and take months to complete.
The result? Garments that weighed as little as 85 grams—about the weight of a smartphone—but could keep a hunter dry through hours of ocean spray and Arctic storms.
They were translucent and beautiful. Light would glow through them like frosted glass. Some seamstresses would decorate them with dyed strips, creating patterns and designs that turned functional clothing into art.
These weren't just rain jackets. They were survival tools as essential as harpoons or kayaks. A hunter traveling in a kayak absolutely needed a gut parka. One wave over the bow, one miscalculation in rough seas, and wet clothing in Arctic water meant death within minutes.
The garments also served ceremonial purposes. The Siberian Yupik created elaborate ceremonial gut parkas with decorative elements—worn for important gatherings, spiritual ceremonies, and community celebrations. These garments represented not just survival skill but cultural identity and artistic expression.
For thousands of years, this knowledge passed from mother to daughter, from master seamstress to apprentice. The skills were preserved through practice, through necessity, through the simple fact that your family's survival depended on your ability to make clothing that worked.
But in the 20th century, something changed.
Synthetic fabrics arrived. Rubber raincoats. Nylon shells. Eventually Gore-Tex. These materials were easier to acquire, didn't require hunting and intensive labor, and—crucially—could be bought rather than made.
Traditional gut clothing production began to decline. First slowly, then rapidly. By the mid-1900s, few people were still making these garments. By the late 1900s, in some communities, the knowledge was nearly extinct.
Elders who knew the techniques were dying. Young people were learning Western clothing methods instead. The skill of preparing intestines, the waterproof seam techniques, the specific stitching patterns—all of it was at risk of disappearing completely.
Some of it did disappear. Some techniques were lost.
But not all.
In recent years, Indigenous communities across the Arctic have been working to revive this traditional knowledge. Elders who still remember the techniques are teaching younger generations. Museums are studying historical garments and documenting construction methods. Artists and seamstresses are experimenting, trying to reconstruct lost techniques.
In 2022, a Sugpiaq elder in Cordova, Alaska, led a group of artists in creating a bear gut parka—one of the first made in generations. The process took months. They had to relearn preparation techniques, experiment with seam methods, problem-solve when modern needles didn't work the same way as traditional bone needles.
But they succeeded. They created a garment using 4,000-year-old technology that still works perfectly.
This isn't just about preserving history. It's about recognizing sophisticated Indigenous science that Western culture dismissed for centuries. It's about understanding that "primitive" peoples were actually brilliant engineers working with the materials available to them.
Modern outdoor companies spend millions developing waterproof-breathable fabrics. They patent molecular structures and membrane technologies. They market "revolutionary" materials.
And all of it—every principle of breathable waterproofing—was understood and applied by Arctic seamstresses thousands of years ago.
They didn't have laboratories or electron microscopes. They had observation, experimentation, and generations of accumulated knowledge. They tested materials, refined techniques, and created clothing that worked in the most extreme environment on Earth.
The intestine parkas represent something profound: human ingenuity isn't about technology level. It's about solving problems with whatever you have, observing nature's solutions, and respecting the knowledge of those who came before.
4,000 years before Gore-Tex, Arctic peoples invented waterproof, breathable fabric.
They created garments lighter than modern rain jackets, more flexible than synthetic shells, and perfectly adapted to the environment they lived in.
Then the world called them primitive and almost let their knowledge die.
Now—finally—we're beginning to understand what was nearly lost.
And in communities across the Arctic, seamstresses are stitching those connections back together, one intestine at a time.

What a great photo.🙂
02/11/2025

What a great photo.🙂

A 1975 photo of Dougal Haston (left) and Doug Scott (right) - who that year became the first Britons to have summited Everest. In the center is Tenzing Norgay Sherpa, who was the first to have summited (together with Sir Ed Hillary) in 1953.

Photo ©: The Royal Geographical Society (with IBG).

26/10/2025

In the summer of 1995, high on the icy flanks of K2, the world’s second-highest and most dangerous mountain, a storm was gathering. And within it stood Alison Hargreaves — a British mountaineer who had already redefined what was possible. Just months earlier, she had stunned the climbing world by summiting Everest solo, without Sherpa support or supplemental oxygen. No women had ever done it before like her.

Now, she was on K2, the second highest mountain in the world. A mother of two, she was often criticized not for her risks, but for daring to take them while being a mother. Still, she climbed — not for fame, but because the mountains were a part of her soul.

On August 13, 1995, she reached the summit of K2. But as she descended, the sky turned. A fierce storm tore across the mountain. Winds howled at 160 km/h. Avalanches thundered. Alison was last seen alive below the summit. Then, nothing. She vanished into the storm — her body never found. K2 took her.

Back home in Scotland, a six-year-old boy named Tom Ballard waited. That boy would grow up not just in her shadow, but in her spirit.

Years passed. Tom became a climber — bold, gifted, obsessed with alpine purity, just like his mother. In 2015, he made history by solo-climbing the six great north faces of the Alps in a single winter season.

The mountains were calling him, too.

Then he came to Nanga Parbat in 2019. One of the most lethal peaks in the Himalayas. Tom joined Italian climber Daniele Nardi for a winter ascent via the Mummery Spur — an uncompleted dream. They disappeared in February. Days turned to weeks. Hope faded. On March 9, their bodies were spotted by Spanish climber Alex Txikon and team, high on the face.

Mother and son. Twenty-four years apart. Two souls who lived and died in the thin air. Alison on K2, Tom on Nanga Parbat. The mountains united them in life — and claimed them in death.

But they are not stories of loss alone. They are stories of love, obsession, and a deep, rare kind of freedom — the kind found only above the clouds, where the world falls away and the sky becomes your final horizon.

Photo Showing Alison Hargreaves in October 1988, holding her son Tom Ballard at Black Rock, overlooking the Derbyshire countryside. Courtesy: Phil O Brien.

16/10/2025

LATEST: Jim Morrison has skied all the way down from the top of Mt. Everest — through the North Face to the Central Rongbuk Glacier. ⛷️

He went down the route called the “Supercouloir”, first through the Hornbein Couloir on the upper wall, then the Japanese Couloir below.

No one has ever done this before. CONGRATULATIONS!

Photo showing Jim Morrison skiing Lhotse Couloir with Nuptse and the rest of the world in the background 03.09.2018. ©: Nick Kalisz.

14/08/2025
23/07/2025

He lived away from all civilisation 😱

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