It doesn’t always have to be planned. It doesn’t always have to be epic. Sometimes, simply getting outside, into nature, doing something new, going somewhere unexpected or looking with fresh eyes is all you need…
It doesn’t always have to be planned. It doesn’t always have to be epic. Sometimes, simply getting outside, into nature, doing something new, going somewhere unexpected or looking with fresh eyes is all you need…
“We’re all dooomed!” Ok, not really. But kind of. Private Frazer might not have been talking about climate change in Dad’s Army, but he might as well have been.
Last weekend we toured up Arolla valley with two friends Robin & Simmy to spend the night in Cabane des Aiguilles Rouges, perched high on the mountain side at 2821m..
What are you most afraid of? No, I’m not talking about spiders or the dark. I mean what do you feel a yearning for? What pulls you from where you are now to somewhere entirely different? What is it that scares you shitless? Whatever it is, that’s the kind of fear that masks magic. The kind that acts as a shining light to lead you to your wildest dreams…
Your Dharana can be whatever you choose to give focus to, but your Dhyana, your true meditation, happens in the space between active thoughts; an intense focus without any effort or will. For me, ski touring often rivals stillness.
This is a concept I stumbled upon whilst recently reading “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck”. And right now, I can I feel the gravity of that cycle weighing me right down to a standstill. I don’t know what to do, so I don’t do anything…
Most probably one of my biggest challenges but greatest achievements! Ski touring to Mueller Hut has been on my todo list for the past 3 years since living in New Zealand…
With changing seasons, Lake Wanaka takes on a whole new life. The lake reflects Autumn hues and the town slows slightly, sighing relief before Winter shows her pretty face and we're thrown into full ski mode. Check out the 5 top spots for Autumn hues in the heart of NZ’s Southern Alps…
You know that feeling. The startled, desperate reach for the alarm. Stumbling in the dark, avoiding knocking over your glass of water, hopelessly trying to keep it together as the sound of the penetrates your slumber and you’re thrust into the day before the sun’s even up. Yeah, 5AM starts suck.
Waking up at the crack of dawn, piercing pink light shines through the glass doors of the hut and we peek outside. The light is unreal and we're soon up, dressed and outside to marvel at the beauty of the sunrise. We'd never been up there before, and seeing the Pisa's for the first time by sunrise was a pretty awe-inspiring moment...