The Climbing Zine is a creative collective fueled by passion, dirt, and rocks.
We always wanted to make some Zine hats, we were just waiting for the right design. Years of waiting led to this design, the “Dirtbag State of Mind” hats, created with metal work from Peter W. Gilroy. We’re proud to announce these are finally available for the Summer of 2017. Here’s a look at the…
Tuesday, September 5th 6:00 p.m. Townie Books 414 Elk Ave. Crested Butte, Colorado The dirtbags are coming! As Bob Dylan once sang, “The vagabond who’s knocking at your door, is standing in the clothes that you once wore”. This Tuesday, at Townie Books author Luke Mehall returns to Crested Butte to discuss dirtbagging in…
With more and more options for a safer belay, The Zine got its hands on two of the most innovative devices, The Mammut Smart Alpine and the Petzl GRIGRI + (Plus). Let’s start with the Smart. Mammut Smart Alpine Retail: $49.95 I first noticed this belay device hanging off the harness of a friend who runs…
I was put on drugs by the time I was seven years old, a kid labeled as having Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder or ADHD, a scam of all scams if you ask me. “They” gave me Ritalin, a stimulant used to carve and mold the overactive mind and energy of youth into something the government’s…
Erosion [i roh zhun] The process by which the surface of the Earth is gradually worn away by the action of water, glaciers, wind, waves, etc. The gradual destruction or diminution of something. This sport we call climbing is built upon layers of paradox: Creation on the brink of destruction. Pleasure through pain. Finding life…
It’s a singular feeling when you’re 33 and talking to your mother and she says, “You know what I think you should try? Match.com.” Then there’s another feeling when you say to your mother, “Well, Mom, I had this weird feeling about meeting women and telling them I live in a van full of climbing…
Climbing helmets have come a long way in the last few years—mostly by shedding weight and becoming ultralight. I’ve realized that the really light helmets are not for me, they smash and get banged up too easily. Thus when I got my hands on the burly looking Grivel Stealth I hoped this was one that…
I could see him clearly from directly across the alleyway. A light was on and a white balding office worker was clearly burning the midnight oil at his desktop computer against the window. His face was clear as day no more than 30 feet away from mine. Should he, for any reason, even glance over…