Climbing Culture

Don’t you put any more stress on yourself It’s one day at a time —Mac Miller, “Circles” Part of me…

I am a writer, too, kinda. I am also writing a novel. I’m working on a novel. I also write.…

I am continually amazed and supported by the collectors of The Climbing Zine. Over 15 years of publishing there have…

The Dirtbag is Dead, the second version by The Dead Dirtbag, Mike Handzlik. Stickers are available to order now. Shirts…

Fifteen meters up Rutabaga, a moderate 5.9 splitter at the base of Squamish, BC’s Stawamus Chief, stretches a traverse between…

Ring the bells in elegy For the last engine Of the last Saturn On (semi) permanent loan From the buddy…

My college years in The Desert were adventurous and crazy, a complete immersion in the unknown. After I graduated, I…

*Trigger Warning* This article discusses self-harm. “Look at my hands!” I hold my blistered and scabbed knuckles out to…

It’s rare to be told by an editor that you can write whatever you want, but that’s how this essay…

This story starts and ends with a chicken. On a bright morning in a high valley of the Hindu Kush,…

I hold and turn my helmet like a classroom globe, dragging my fingers over each mark, each sign of wear.…

How did I end up becoming an off-width climber? I used to absolutely hate off-widths—mostly because I didn’t like the…

The fog rolled in surreptitiously, encroaching every visible surface. It wasn’t just there one day when I woke up, the…

Dearest Luke, I have been meaning to write to you for some time, but I have Zine 23 fresh on…

I’m in the back of an orange Skoda Fabia, with the white-and-green license plate that marks us as Palestinians, cruising…