Climbing Past War by Stacy Bare
The uninitiated, those who don’t climb, always ask me why I do. I normally begin my response with the statement…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
The uninitiated, those who don’t climb, always ask me why I do. I normally begin my response with the statement…
Do you know what a perfect hand jam feels like? Do you remember the first time you really nailed one,…
I clipped her to the anchor, untied her knot, and pulled the rope through the gear. “I need more time.”…
Over hundreds of thousands of years, water has trickled, raged, and poured down cracks and creases, winding and weaving through…
It starts with a plan like a break in the clouds. We set out thinking on the lines, the foods,…
As I listened to my boyfriend make his tenth phone call of the hour, I absentmindedly stirred vegetables and reflected…
The granite escarpments of Castle Crags silhouetted the western skyway, massive gargoyles hunched and staring. I thought of my mother’s…
The Korean folklore goes: the Creator called upon all domes and boulders of Korea to gather up north, where they…
“Hey, wake up. Wake up!” Brian whispered harshly. “There’s someone out there.” I half opened an eye and begrudgingly listened…
It was getting dark, and I was wedged hot dog–style in a two-man tent between two college boys who hadn’t…
“Life can be rugged and cold, or smooth and exciting. The climb these two have just performed today symbolizes life…
I remember arguing with my partner about wearing his helmet before starting a climb for the day. “It’s only 5.9,”…
November is closing in fast, and on this turn around the fireball, we reach a strange and interesting milestone in…
Joshua Tree National Park is a refuge. I don’t know if I’d decided this by then, sitting folded into the…
I’ve heard some describe Yosemite as a vortex, and so is the culture that comes with it. I am sucked…