The Weather Warriors have been top of the list on cool or cold days for along time and have been through the washing machine pretty regularly as you can see in the photie.
After washing I’ve been pleased to discover that they return to shape very well and the looped inner surface is still bouncing back despite racking up the miles. The same applies to the end of the day when I pull them off my feet in the tent; they retain their shape well, meaning they keep their comfort the next day. There is nothing worse than damp shapeless socks the next morning, the make your boots feel like they’re someone else’s.
They dry fast, they wick very fast and do seem to keep my feet dry on the move even in winter boots, something that usually fills me with dread as I just think of hot spots, toe nails falling off and the years of anguish before I went back to bendy footwear.
The Weather Warriors are a rare breed for me in that I don’t carry spares when I wear them on an overnighter because they do dry completely if I leave them inside my sleeping bag and don’t smell for a few days.
However, I just got a new set and they took the little pull tabs at the top off. Aw, man.
The Xenon got a little lost in amongst the other Rab jackets that came in for my recent Walkhighlands reviews as they all looked a little better featured and for want of a less patronising expression, a bit more technical. However, the light weight, small pack size and rather fetching non-primary colour of the Xenon has seen it jammed into a rucksack or behind the drivers seat of the retro truck regularly as well as pulled on when just nipping out to the shops or up to 300m in the Kilpatricks to check a deer fence in the snow. It’s got an unassuming simple and accessible design that works just nice.
The spec is just what you’d want with Pertex Quantum inside and out for low weight, softness and decent weather resistance with 60g Primaloft One inside for a good level of heat retention and excellent compressibility – all for 352g in this size large.
There are two deep handwarmer pockets which meet in the middle, in an almost but not quite pouch fashion, a zipped chest pocket and a two-way main zip so you can keep the neck sealed to keep out the wind but still vent your core. It sounds faffy and pointless, but it works. The neck is fleece lined and the fit is slim-ish making it a good call as a winter midlayer if you feel the cold or want to layer up warm under a shell at camp. Should be a good summer camp jumper too.
Aye, it is a jumper and there’s nothing wrong with that.
30 years of bad experience with boots has seen me spend most of my hill time in trail shoes the past few years but now and again I get sent boots that don’t have me reaching for the Compeeds.
The Transalpina’s are a beefy fabric and suede boot at 1425g for a pair of UK9’s, there’s enough stiffness in the upper and the sole unit for me to wear Kahtoola and Hillsound spikes or lightweight crampons which has been handy especially up the Kilpatricks. But there’s still enough flex for my ankles to move and for me to have a natural walking gait, something I don’t find overly much.
The flex at the ankle works with a decent flex point at the toe so I can put miles in without getting achy. The heel cup is well shaped for my feet, fitted but not too neat. From the box the Transalpina’s caused me no grief and I’ve had no hot spots from heel lift.
The tongue is well shaped and padded enough just enough, I can pull the laces right in to get a good fit and I don’t feel any pressure or get sore spots after hours of wearing even in thinner socks. The Vibram outsole has decent grip although the lack of a heel counter can make muddy descents a little more sketchy to get the heart rate up.
The heel area is well supported and protected by an external plastic frame which lets me thoughtlessly stride into rocky or rough ground. I think this plastic frame has added to the longevity of the boots as although the suede is getting worn and shiny, the plastic is taking the hits first and it’s staying in good shape.
The upper is mostly suede but there’s enough fabric panels to let some of the sweat out a little quicker through the Gore-Tex membrane and the boots aren’t too hot or humid at all.
However that same Gore-Tex membrane is no less fragile than the ones fitted to any other pair of boots and both boots are now letting in a little at the toe flex point. It’s only a problem when my feet are submerged like when on a bog trot, but the day they finally cure this problem that will likely affect every well used Gore-Tex lined boot at some point will be a happy day for us all.
I know fit is a very subjective thing, these boots won’t fit everyone, but my feet are very suspicious of boots and it’s actually all being going well.
Winter came back with admirable enthusiasm today. Glad about that, we didn’t have time to finish our conversation that last time.
Intelligent, articulate and funny. When I was young he was just Spock, but as Leonard Nimoy it turned out he was just as good.
Thanks and goodbye.
I have seen and indeed taken a lot of photies of mountains and the one that has always caught my imagination the most is Fay Godwin‘s Meall Mor.
It’s a familiar sight as you travel west through Glen Coe and this shot captures the hill looking dramatic beyond its height. It’s also now historical as the road layout and markings changed long ago and the original visitor centre can be spied to the right by the trees.
I liked the old visitor centre, but what the hell do I know.
Unlike many outdoor shots it puts me right there beside the camera and that’s why I like having it around, it’s the only mountain photie I have on a wall at home.
I often wonder how long she waiting for the cloud behind her to line up just right to get the foreground in the shade or it she pulled over and ran out with the camera because it just right when she was passing.
Her stuff is wonderful and should be sought out and viewed by all.
Not so long ago I was all excited about a GPS watch which was super accurate and dead useful. Fast forward to now and on every trip to the hills there’s a queue of kit waiting to get charged in the truck on the way there – watch, headtorch, phone, iPod, battery charger for all the above… I’m actually a bit fed up with it all.
So when I got asked to review an Elliot Brown watch I started to see the possibilities of simple time keeping once again.
It’s not light, but it’s a tough bugger both externally and internally and essentially waterproof for what I’ll be doing with it. The big size made me think I’d made a mistake but ten minutes later it felt quite at home on my wrist and I’ve hardly had it back off the past couple of months.
The big face makes for great visibility, even without my glasses on and the webbing strap is comfy and looks to be wearing well.
More on this later, but the simplicity has made this an instant friendly face.
I was meant to be somewhere else but the retro truck couldn’t hack the road and the day was bleeding away into the fresh snow.
Ooh, what a horrible analogy.
Anyway, the Arrochar Alps saved the day once again. The car parks were full, the tops teeming with life, but a few folks always head for the “other” places and I joined them.
The week’s ran away from me a wee bit. But it has been punctuated by a bunch of colourful moments.
Winter’s been late arriving down here where all the people are, but it’s making up for it.
Visiting the Lang Craigs in the truck bridges the gap between down there and up there and it’s those rear wheels that need spikes, not my feet.
Didn’t work, my cold’s till here so I’m back to natural rather than supernatural remedies. First bug I’ve caught in ages and its timing was perfect, screwing up some perfect weather with nothing on my agenda but a will to go and enjoy it.
Still, I did catch some riverside views on the way back from chemist.
Rock n Roll.
My latest Walkhighlands review is up here. Good timing this one given the weather and there’s some ready good bits of kit in there.
What’s been a little annoying is unlike the waterproofs review a few of the jackets really suffered from individual niggles that would be deal breakers for me, but maybe not everyone? Always a tricky one as reviews are a mix of fact and opinion.
Some of the jackets have had a kicking, that Berghaus one had been on test the longest and has seen joy and tears while the TNF jacket’s big size has seen it layered over other kit and saving me while digging up forestry nonsense the Kilpatricks in sleety horror. It’s muddy if you look close.
Anyway, they all be seen some more on here I dare say.
I’m casting a spell to get rid of this bloody cough. After me…
Ti fo tuo teg ot tog ev’uoy ti otni teg ot tnaw uoy fi, ti fo tuo teg ot tog ev’uoy ti otni teg ot tnaw uoy fi, ti fo tuo teg ot tog ev’uoy ti otni teg ot tnaw uoy fi…
What’s most interesting is that I’ll now be celebrating the 40th anniversary of things and events I can clearly remember.
Joycee’s motor, which was my motor and now subtly but firmly adopted by the wife, needed new tyres, four of them. Through my watering eyes I took my plastic card back and was glad at least that the girls would now be safer on the road.
The gravelly throat and wheezing had kept me on the couch for a couple of days but the paracetamol loosened off the vocal chords enough for me to agree to giving the motor a wee run to see how it felt. Holly was at Granny’s and not shifting, or indeed even contemplating putting on anything but her pyjamas’s on during this frosty day.
A quick spin up to Luss and grabbing a cuppa was the plan. The motor was running smooth, the old tyres apart from having a couple of slow punctures really had made for a rough ride. The road was good, we’ll keep on for a bit.
The sun was getting low, the snow was glowing pink and orange, the music was good and the miles just disappeared. It got dark as we ate in the Glen Coe cafe, sat by the window grinning back at each other.
A new day but like the old days.
I was standing by the truck as the cloud decided not to shift leaving the sunlight playing on the lower slopes further down the loch.
I had my binoculars, I was looking at fence lines and gates, for once not in my patch but someone else’s. The cloud ribboned around the high crags and summits, ice clung to every contour on the rock and I could see hunched figures making slow progress among them.
I took another mouthful of hot coffee and felt a little tug at the heartstrings, it wasn’t playing a tune as such, maybe just some tuning up.
With the tail sliding out I left the dirt and headed back to the tarmac. It needs a little more time in the oven I told myself, I’ll come back later.
The last gig of the year is done and the (concrete) dust has settled. Being in the band has been a total joy, there’s been moments, with five folk stuck together like that there’s bound to be, but the music makes me glad from my weather-beaten head to my merino comforted toes.
The gig kept me away from the snow, but it was no contest, hills are easier to get onto than a stage. I’m happy to prioritise this way round, you never know when it’ll all go tits-up so I’ll enjoy it while I can.
No more live shows for a while, we’re recording first and when that’s done we’ll see. I love recording, I love winging it while the tape’s rolling and I know that attitude will freak the rest of the band out.
I’m sure they’ll be fine once their nerves settle.
There’s some great shot here from the gig. The snappers are eindp.co.uk and click and pray and they both know their stuff, worth going to have a look.
Talking of photies, the new LX7 is taking a little bedding in, but we’ll get there. The rainbow frames the Lang Craigs sculpture and the retro pickup just nice.
Pity I was up to my waist in mud while I was taking those.