The Climbing Zine is a creative collective fueled by passion, dirt, and rocks.
“I try to pursue my enjoyment with the idea that folks care and love for the land the way I do for my own home. I try to model a way of approaching the sport that doesn’t re-create the conflicts (between climbers and Navajo people) that occurred decades ago—to model a culture of reciprocity with…
The sun’s last rays glance across the underside of a cloud-swept November sky as it sets south of the La Sal Mountains’ pointed peaks. The light, poking through a swath of blue above the horizon, sets the cloud bellies on fire, creating a tapestry of orange and gold and pale gray, and bathing Lost World…
Greg Cairns and Luke Mehall have finished their second short film together, called “Just a Climber, For Bears Ears” and the film will premier on February 14th at the Flagstaff Mountain Film Festival. The short is a follow up to their first project “Last Thoughts on The Dirtbag” which was released in 2016. Both Cairns…
At The Zine we’ve got a plan. We started out small, really small, and we printed like 100 copies per issue. In 2019 that number will grow to 10,000 copies per issue. Our mission is to get as many people as possible reading The Zine! And part of that mission includes supporting climbing events by…
The Desert, Luke Mehall’s fifth and final book in his “dirtbag climber series” begins a Kickstarter campaign today to fund the book. The Desert is a logistical progression to Mehall’s memoir American Climber. In that book Mehall set out to find himself through climbing, in The Desert he finds his passion in the red rock…
It was just weeks into this move that I realized just how much closer I was to Indian Creek, that old friend. It didn’t take long for us to get reacquainted. I had changed. It had mostly remained the same, save for its ever-increasing popularity. I was back in the desert, and, maybe, just maybe,…
Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you in better living conditions. —Hafiz I’ve always been a sucker for men with incredible strength-to-weight ratios. My husband, a wiry 5´11˝, coming in at 139 pounds on a good day, has the most gorgeous, well-defined arms I’ve ever laid eyes on.…
“They’re not like those trees,” said five-year-old Remi Middendorf, pointing at the young birches lining the hot springs. “They’re special trees.” Her Australian accent with an adorable lisp made the word special sound extraspecial, like she knew it would call to mind exactly what she was describing: the eucalyptus trees in the Tarkine forests near…