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…Details
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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…Details
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…Details
The Grivel Salamander 2.0, while designed with zero frills to keep operation straight-forward, is a versatile helmet with a few highlights as well as drawbacks. Designed for alpine, rock and ice use, the 2.0 comes in three colors – white, yellow, and black. The Salamander 2.0 is an improvement over it’s predecessor, the OG Salamander,…Details
The other day, on the Internet, I read about a climber whose fingertip broke off in a crack when he fell. Fingers in a Lightsocket the climb is called, and it’s always had a reputation for being fierce, a finger crack that increases in difficulty right up until the last few desperate layback moves. The…Details
If these rocks could talk, they’d tell a hell of a story: one of nature and development, of perseverance and triumph, of mountain lions and men. by Joy Martin, Senior Contributor. Banner photo of Rush Linhart by Ben Brashear. This piece is from Volume 9. Subscribe here to support independent print media. This tale is…Details
Awake. Alone. It’s 3 am. Only two more hours to sleep, the clock is ticking. The world is silent. Maybe there’s a breath of wind here and there. Late July in California and it isn’t hot at all – I’m in a big puffy coat, sitting on a half-inflated sleeping pad, sleeping bag wrapped precariously…Details