I took a boat trip today. An outdoor activity. From the island of Mull, Scotland, to the smaller islands of Staffa and Lunga, part of the Treshnish Islands.
As I looked around at my travel mates, I couldn’t help noticing how we handle the so called outdoor activities. Of course there were still some people on the boat with jeans and sneakers, but those were the minority.
Everywhere were windbreakers, waterproof jackets, windproof shells, layers and layers of technical clothes, gloves, scarves, fleeces, boots, gore-tex© membranes, vibram© soles, thinsulate© gloves, and whatnot.
I fully understand that outdoor sells, and a lot. It is all business, make no mistake about it. Although I can appreciate the comfort and protection provided by technical garments, which allow people to enjoy themselves out in the open in every season, I wonder where the love of nature ends, and the need for showing off begins.
For the sake of nature and our offspring, let’s hope that that love grows and becomes the only reason for going out of doors.
Sorry, what was that? Why did I go to those islands? Well, because of the little guys in the picture. There may be a post to follow on them. Don’t miss it.