Replacing The Seamstress Corner with Dave Marcinowski by Luke Mehall
There are climbing partners, and there are the climbing partners. The partner you want to climb to the ends of…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
There are climbing partners, and there are the climbing partners. The partner you want to climb to the ends of…
In Memory of Towyn Williams (1926 – 2016) I associate much of my childhood with a little white farmhouse in…
Seems to me like it was just 2002 And me and Two Tent Timmy Were high And soloing 5.5 He…
“He always called me James instead of Jimmie.” Jimmie Dunn told me these words each time I’ve had a conversation…
June’s humid breath settles in waves over the Mount Washington Valley as the sun dips low in the west. A…
A black fin of sandstone protrudes from the right side of the crack. I pinch it like a tufa and…
Though I’ve been dangling off the cliffs of Yosemite for twenty-plus years now, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with…
As time goes by our original issues of The Climbing Zine have become collector’s items. Since we printed so few…
As I’ve said and written before, my favorite thing about publishing The Zine is the connections it helps create. I…
Well here we are, old bolt; let me just say this before I remove you. You should be proud because…
open jug filled by authentic rubber and stretched leather laces of Velcro rooted in gravity toward the edge of rock…
I started seeing it sometime last year, and it got a small chuckle out of me then: #bitchesonpitches. But the…
Have you been to the boneyard? The blank eye on the map perched above an asphalt brow there, an…
It’s the same story the crow told me It’s the only one he knows Like the morning sun you’ll come…
Milton had overgrowth knots, the greasy kind, matting his beard to his wooly secondhand pullover, which sagged without shape over…