Archive for the ‘Climbing Culture’ Category

  • The Painted Wall by Luke Mehall

    Aug 3, 18 • 1623 Views • Climbing CultureNo Comments

    It is like any other start to a day of climbing in the Black Canyon. Dave and I are up before the sun, throwing down coffee and a quick breakfast, and assembling all the hardware needed for the day’s climb. We gently descend down the Cruise Gully, careful...

  • Going It Alone by Vic Zeilman

    Jun 25, 18 • 5305 Views • DirtbaggingNo Comments

    At some point in my early to midtwenties, I came to the conclusion that life is not about rock climbing. There’s just too much other crazy shit happening every day on this beautiful clump of space dust. The older I get, however, the more I realize that...

  • Time Continuum of Desert Road Tripping by Kevin Volkening

    Jun 5, 18 • 4946 Views • Climbing Culture2 Comments

    The Pinnacle of Technology, as we called her drifted through the endless space, the time continuum that is road tripping. Flakes of snow silently hurtled themselves at the windshield and accumulated on the invisible roadway beyond our high beams, as if the...

  • A Venture Backward, Inward, and Upward by Rhiannon Williams

    May 29, 18 • 3987 Views • Climbing CultureNo Comments

    In Memory of Towyn Williams (1926 – 2016) I associate much of my childhood with a little white farmhouse in the Welsh countryside. My roots are firmly planted there. Planted between the rows of strawberries and the tunnels of raspberry bushes. by Rhiannon...

  • Hayden by Andrew Bisharat

    Apr 20, 18 • 2580 Views • Climbing CultureNo Comments

    Hayden, I am just so sad that you’re gone. The news struck me like a train. It literally knocked me off my feet. Since then I have felt waves of sadness and spasms of tears that continue to bring me to my knees. The circumstances of your death still seem...

  • Fill The Void by Shay Skinner

    Dec 27, 17 • 7381 Views • Climbing CultureNo Comments

    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...

  • Flirting with The Nose In A Day in The Valley of Stone

    Jun 22, 17 • 10517 Views • Climbing Culture2 Comments

    “Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.” Goerte I grew up in the traditions of western science and puritan pragmatism. Success is earned through work, luck is the sum of preparation, a penny saved is a...

  • Kansas City Urban Summits, a buildering adventure by Dakota Walz

    May 26, 17 • 5512 Views • Climbing CultureNo Comments

    I could see him clearly from directly across the alleyway. A light was on and a white balding office worker was clearly burning the midnight oil at his desktop computer against the window. His face was clear as day no more than 30 feet away from mine. Should...