A conversation with filmmaker, climber, and lover of slab Anna Hazelnutt. Anna bridges the old school and new school with an honest, vulnerable voice that is a breath of fresh air in the climbing world. Anna’s YouTube page Anna’s IG Anna’s Etsy page Zine links: Support our podcast on Patreon KEEP THE ZINE ALIVE +…
The granite escarpments of Castle Crags silhouetted the western skyway, massive gargoyles hunched and staring. I thought of my mother’s words: “Don’t do that. You’ll get hurt. Be safe. You’re going to die.” Sentences that salted every conversation I had with her. I revved the engine and accelerated. I’d intended to get on the road…
Have you been to the boneyard? The blank eye on the map perched above an asphalt brow there, an ulna and a radius tower side along side the wide slot between chock-full of the crumpled shapes of disintegrating metacarpals there, serious shoulders— absurdly capped with far-flung vertebrae —shrug finally downward there, a…
It was getting dark, and I was wedged hot dog–style in a two-man tent between two college boys who hadn’t seen soap and water together in six days. As the January night in Zion National Park grew colder, I thought about how we’d been beaten back by a storm earlier that day. Having climbed…
Standing there, gaping at this monstrous and inhuman spectacle of rock and cloud and sky and space, I feel a ridiculous greed and possessiveness come over me. I want to know it all, possess it all, embrace the entire scene intimately, deeply, totally, as a man desires a beautiful woman. —Ed Abbey, Desert Solitaire (Note:…
A conversation with writer, climber, and podcaster Andrew Bisharat. Andrew is a major part of the award winning film Resistance Climbing, which was part of the Reel Rock film tour this year. Evening Sends (Andrew’s website) The Runout Podcast Zine links: Support our podcast on Patreon KEEP THE ZINE ALIVE + Subscribe Score 15% off…
Doug Tompkins opens the door to a South American summer evening. At seventy-one—stooped and shuffling, a button-down shirt tucked into khakis and held up with a leather belt—he’s not exactly the climbing jock he once was. Looking up through kind, brown eyes, he shakes hands with us, and then he walks us into his stone-cottage…
November is closing in fast, and on this turn around the fireball, we reach a strange and interesting milestone in American rock climbing. Forty years ago, Earl Wiggins shouldered a rack of hexes and set out on the FA of a smooth and parallel-sided crack situated just up the hillside above a small cattle ranch…