Climbing Culture

Volume 21 is on the way, and is ready to pre-order. Here’s a look at some of the pieces that…

Standing there, gaping at this monstrous and inhuman spectacle of rock and cloud and sky and space, I feel a…

A black fin of sandstone protrudes from the right side of the crack. I pinch it like a tufa and…

The distinction between a “climber” and “someone who climbs” has always fascinated me; it’s a nuance I’ve observed throughout a…

Well here we are, old bolt; let me just say this before I remove you. You should be proud because…

by Lucas Roman. This story is published in Volume 18. Banner photo by Hobo Greg Brad Gobright is pure of…

Living on the road feels like traveling through space in a spaceship. You are in your car spaceship, flying in…

The teenage Federale slings his machine gun over his shoulder and bends toward my bag. Cocaine? he asks. Marijuana? I…

The Climbing Zine creates stories for all our readers; whether you’re able to pay to read them or not. Most…

It is like any other start to a day of climbing in the Black Canyon. Dave and I are up…

The celebration tour for the 20th Volume of The Climbing Zine continues here in our hometown of Durango, Colorado. On…

“There were no girls when I started climbing [in England],” Alan said, in a tone more serious than joking. I’d…

As I’ve said and written before, my favorite thing about publishing The Zine is the connections it helps create. I…

At some point in my early to midtwenties, I came to the conclusion that life is not about rock climbing.…

The reflection targets my disfigurement. If only the borders of this mirror could protect the rest of the world from…