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Note: this piece appears in the Off Route column of the newest Zine, Volume 10, The Raw Issue. Hello, I am looking for my dirtbag princess. Have you seen her? Qualifications include living on the cheap, adventuring every damn day, and having more fun than anyone. The ideal princess will love splitter cracks, getting scared,…
Oh baby I like it raw, Yeah baby I like it raw —Ol’ Dirty Bastard, “Shimmy Shimmy Ya” It’s a fine line between work and play when developing a new splitter crack. Of course that crack isn’t new; it’s been there longer than you and will remain long after our spark of existence that we…
“Holy, shit!” was all anyone of us could say. A buddy of ours was showing us a ring off an anchor he’d recently replaced on Incredible Hand Crack, perhaps the most climbed route in all of Indian Creek. It was nearly worn entirely through. by Luke Mehall, publisher of The Zine, and author of American Climber…
A memorial toilet is a hard thing to explain. But that’s exactly what my friends were constructing last weekend, a new toilet in the Super Bowl campground in Indian Creek, Utah to honor a fallen comrade, Kevin “K-Bone” Volkening, who died doing what he loved: climbing. by Luke Mehall, publisher of The Climbing Zine. Banner…
The Deuter Gravity Haul 50 is advertised as a backpack that can turn into a haul bag. That’s a combination I haven’t come across in my two decades of climbing, which includes a lot of cragging and a few walls here and there. After using this pack for the last month I realized I like…
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by Georgie Abel (photo by Dylan Hightower) I was this close To forgetting what it feels like To sleep in a Walmart parking lot Somewhere in between totally fine and Rock bottom But probably rock bottom because You’re totally fine Listening to Radiohead and eating barbecue chips With the covers kicked off Because…
When my college crew began climbing in the Black Canyon, topos were scribbled out on beer soaked napkins, during big nights at the Alamo bar in Gunnison. Well, on at least one night they were. by Luke Mehall, publisher of The Climbing Zine and author of American Climber. This piece is an excerpt from the…