The reflection targets my disfigurement. If only the borders of this mirror could protect the rest of the world from my hideousness. My life’s insignificance rampages through my thoughts like an atrociously loud party that never ends. Nothing I do is good enough. I want to expunge my existence on a daily basis. Not even…
One persons project is another’s warmup. As climbing grows to be more competitive, I think we should all keep that in mind. In other words, I don’t really care that much about your project, and you shouldn’t care that much about mine. However if we can use the story of our hardest climbs to inspire…
A passion that fuels Is one that burns brightly Words by Devin Dabney. Photos by Angelique Brown. Published in The Climbing Zine Book 2. The small space Between boredom and anxiety Where we form notoriety for lack of sobriety and zero propriety for standard society Many try to capture the essence— To…
Walking up to the base of Freerider, I felt rested, light, but increasingly nervous. Two years ago, I’d never climbed a single big wall. Seven months ago, I’d never rope soloed a single pitch of climbing. I’d still never soloed a big wall in any way, shape, or form: aid, free, French free. Yet here…
“Keep dreamin’, stay hungry, and remember that there is no finish line.” This quote by Todd Skinner in the opening pages of the book Hangdog Days by Jeff Smoot gave me chills the first time I read it. In the pages that followed, I felt history come to life as I read tale after…
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Screams are a colorful thing. Each one has its own distinct message. An anger, a joy, a pain. The nature of each rings clear somewhere deep in our instincts. From the sound alone, you can practically see the scrunched nose and raised upper lip of a shout delivered in loud fury. Yet slightly muffled as…
