It’s a dingy bar. Dark and musty. Where, I’m not exactly sure, but there is a feeling of sadness that radiates on every level. The light trickling through dusty, half-drawn shades is not telling of any particular time of day, perhaps evening. Weak rays of sunlight barely cut through the haze that lingers at the…
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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 Williams note: this piece is an excerpt from The Climbing Zine Book,…
Gray and white clouds rack up in billowed folds like the belly scales of a snake and curl widely across the winded and golden sway-grass plain, crackle dry and wetted now and then by passing scattered storms. This rolling stretch of yellow land drones on and on, far beyond what the eye can see and…
Do you know what a perfect hand jam feels like? Do you remember the first time you really nailed one, as well as your first kiss, or your first time getting to second base? You should. Because it’s that important. by Brendan Leonard, of Semi-Rad.com . This piece was originally published in The Climbing Zine, Volume…
Seems to me like it was just 2002 And me and Two Tent Timmy Were high And soloing 5.5 He was solid I was terrified That’s the truth I’m just trying to be in the mix Like Shawn Carter in ’96 Only by a reasonable doubt Am I free today Just trying to free y’all…
June’s humid breath settles in waves over the Mount Washington Valley as the sun dips low in the west. A shadow Cathedral Ledge pools at the base of the real one, growing long toward the chalets and the strawberry fields as I belay my partner up behind me. The air is heavy—with evening promising little…