Ashima Shiraishi discusses their journey in climbing, art, meditation, writing, film, ecology, and more. Our sponsors for this episode: Patagonia: Check out the new Big Wall Kit Kilter: https://settercloset.com/ Use code “zine” at checkout for a discount on your Kilter board. Shop Climbing Zine: Subscribe to The Climbing Zine/ score Dirtbag State of Mind goods: https://shop.climbingzine.com/…
Luke Mehall has a conversation with his all time favorite climber: Chris Sharma. Our sponsors for this episode: Patagonia: Check out the new Big Wall Kit Kilter: https://settercloset.com/ Use code “zine” at checkout for a discount on your Kilter board. Shop Climbing Zine: Subscribe to The Climbing Zine/ score Dirtbag State of Mind goods: https://shop.climbingzine.com/…
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I don’t really know how the normal shit go, so I guess I just play it by ear Silence is all that I hear Listening as close as I can —Mac Miller, “Wings” Note: this piece is published in Volume 26 of The Climbing Zine, now available Banner photo of Felipe Garcia on…
The Zine will be celebrating the release of our new issue, Volume 26 with a “Zine Thing” at Maria’s Bookshop here in Durango, Colorado. The event is free to attend, and we’ll also be hosting an after party at Carver Brewing Co. just down the street. (banner photo of Luke Mehall and Jimmie Dunn at…
“He always called me James instead of Jimmie.” Jimmie Dunn told me these words each time I’ve had a conversation with him about his dear friend, the late Ed Webster, over these last few months. Jimmie has thousands of climbing stories and has climbed with hundreds of people, but it’s not hard to tell that…
The fog rolled in surreptitiously, encroaching every visible surface. It wasn’t just there one day when I woke up, the way it happens sometimes. At every moment, this fog quietly magnified like some cunning creature, sneaking its way into my being. The moment I realized it had made itself a home inside my mind, it…
The sun’s last rays glance across the underside of a cloud-swept November sky as it sets south of the La Sal Mountains’ pointed peaks. The light, poking through a swath of blue above the horizon, sets the cloud bellies on fire, creating a tapestry of orange and gold and pale gray, and bathing Lost World…