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If I close my eyes and never awaken A thousand adventures I hope to have taken Some with family and some with friends All of them undoubtedly cherished in the end So don’t sit inside and cry, “boohoo” Feelin’ sorry for me and feelin’ like poo Instead get yourself where there are no crowds Look…
Trigger warning: This article discusses topics of depression, suicidal thoughts, and anxiety. For some, the content may be triggering. Please use your own judgment, and if you feel that you are in crisis, please call the National Suicide Hotline at 1-800-273-8255. With my feet planted firmly on the belay ledge halfway up the rocky face…
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Exactly 24 years ago today is when I mark my official start as a climber: 4-20-99. I finally mastered the figure 8 knot that day, the knot of infinity. This was during the worst year of my life, I was severely depressed, and was on a dangerous cocktail of substances. I told no one about…
The Climbing Zine Book 2, filled with favorite stories from Volumes 1 – 13, plus color photos. Note: this is a follow up to original Climbing Zine Book, and features material from Volumes 12 and 13, as well as other stories that didn’t make it into the first Zine Book. Cover Photo: Kathy Karlo climbing…
Note: this piece was published way back in Volume 2. That zine out of print, but you can pick one up on Kindle for $0.99. For me, it has always been about the Mother. Since the first time a Zen dishwasher took me climbing just outside Gunnison, Colorado, I have found myself in a constant…
Banner photo: The author on her winter project, Crystal Dawn (5.13d), Red Rocks, Nevada by Max Barlerin Waiting for a storm to go or the sun to come, or the doubt to go or new shoes to come, or the pump to go or a move to stick, or the snow to snow or waiting…
I started climbing in Durango, Colorado, a small and isolated burg on the edge of the desert and the mountains, pushing up against the mesa farmlands that run along scarce western rivers. All climbing called to me: Mini routes in the alpine above Silverton, Telluride, and Ouray scared the hell out of me with choss,…