Posts Tagged ‘d scott borden’

  • Announcing a Climbing Children’s Book: Squeak

    Nov 26, 17 • 3565 Views • UncategorizedNo Comments

    Longtime Zine contributor and all around good guy, D Scott Borden announced the release of his children’s book, Squeak Goes Climbing in Yosemite National Park. Borden wrote the story and our wonderful designer, Mallory Logan did the illustrations. A...

  • Bad Climbing Daddy by D Scott Borden

    Nov 7, 17 • 4051 Views • Locations1 Comment

    My one-year-old and I are in Rocklands, South Africa, when I let a stinky one slip inside a bouldering cave, causing all the other climbers to turn and stare at me in disgust. I point to my unattended toddler, who has been screaming and running underneath...

  • Are We Born to Climb? by D Scott Borden

    May 7, 17 • 10795 Views • Climbing Culture3 Comments

    Is climbing as innate as sharing, copulating, greed, or even walking? Many evolutionary biologists would offer that the essence of climbing can be found in our DNA. It is hardwired into us, this desire to be in the vertical world. And beyond that desire, our...

  • Rasta, A Wise and Crafty Crag Dog by D Scott Borden

    Dec 25, 16 • 3761 Views • Climbing CultureNo Comments

    Editor’s note: Longtime Climbing Zine contributor D Scott Borden wrote this piece for Volume 7, and sadly as the Zine was going to press Rasta passed away. Our thoughts are with you and your family at this time Scott. Thanks for such an inspiring piece!...

  • The Ask: How to Get Permission to Climb by D Scott Borden

    May 6, 16 • 1122 Views • Locations, UncategorizedNo Comments

    “Ummm…honey, you know that nice hiking weekend we have coming up together? Well, ahhh…Dale just asked me if I…ummm…could climb tomorrow, and I’ll be back before we leave. Sooo…would that be ok?” Sweating after an awkwardly tense eternity of...

  • Colombian Policy by D Scott Borden

    Nov 4, 13 • 4477 Views • LocationsNo Comments

    I’m sweating in the Colombian sun as I reach for a big flat hold on inverted sandstone. I clip a bolt and move onto a lower angle section. The shenanigans from the previous evening are dripping out of me and onto the red rock below. In a sudden moment of...