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…
On Sunday, Secretary of the Interior Ryan Zinke stood in front of a small, windowless conference room in Salt Lake City next to one of the long standing Generals of the Sagebrush Rebellion, Senator Orrin Hatch. He was there to kick off his listening tour as required by an Executive Order signed by President Trump…
Like most desert rats, I first heard of Tom Randall during his and Pete Whittaker’s infamous off-width tour of the United States in 2011. Both hailing from the United Kingdom, with very little access to actual off-widths, they constructed their own in Randall’s basement, aka “the cellar,” and began a ruthless training regimen. The training…
If you are sick of new climbers coming in and ruining everything, do something about it. If you hate how distracted you are by technology, put the phone down and climb. If you love climbing outside, do something about it to save it. If you are dissatisfied in any way with the state of the…
We’ve got that springtime crazy Our hearts have grown hungry under desert skies by Georgie Abel, Contributing Editor, author of Go West Young Woman. art by Rhiannon Williams We wanna take shots of lightning Use thunder to make heavy hip-hop beats Frost a cake with the snowcapped peaks Scoop the cookies-and-cream stars from the sky And…
To the Tamers of the Fiery Rooster God, We three travelers attend no church, recite no prayers, read no scripture. Instead, we thrice daily build altars to the Great Feathered Deity and adorn it with the red-hued holy water that pours forth from seventeen-ounce vessels adorned with His image. We consume the altar and, in…