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Let me die on the rock Doesn’t matter which one Something sunny and remote Away from the dummies and remotes by Luke Mehall, publisher of The Climbing Zine. Photo by Jake Burchmore, published in Volume 22 Not that I’m not a dummy too I’m just a different kind of fool The artist living…
Luke Mehall reads “The Dirtbags Aren’t Dead, They’re Just In Mexico” published in the new issue of The Climbing Zine, Volume 25, now available. Photo by Ivan Ioza https://shop.climbingzine.com/ Our sponsors for Season 6: Kilter: http://settercloset.com (email holds@kiltergrips.com for more information) Scarpa: www.scarpa.com Mountain Project / OnX: https://www.mountainproject.com/ Osprey: https://www.osprey.com/ Black Diamond: https://www.blackdiamondequipment.com/
I guess you could call it a town. It’s open three or four months per year. Driving east, hues of dark green, azure, and gold flicker along the extended cracks on the windshield. A serpentine road curves through pine forests and atop steep inclines, tracing edges of valleys, the rim of the lake. by Alexa…
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We just came across an unexpected find in the Zine storage: a small box of Volume 13s. Now posted up for sale. Score one if you can! *RARE ZINE* The Climbing Zine Volume 13
It’s 1981, and I’m 22 years old, about to graduate from college, trying to sort out what happens next. And there’s this guy I really like. He’s good looking, smart, funny, and a rock climber. I confess, I had this thing for rock climbers, especially those with large biceps. by Barbara Noseworthy, published in Volume…
I’m here writing this morning because it’s my birthday. For many years, starting in my late 20s, I used to write every morning when I wasn’t out climbing. That practice came out of the general writing advice that if you want to be a writer, you should write every day. But climbers, well, we’re different.…