Climbing Culture

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Although the issue was delayed by COVID, we’re proud to announce that Volume 19 is now off the press. Banner…

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

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

The Factory Bouldering Gym in Orange, California, was by no means small, but it felt small that day. In addition…

Note: this piece is published in Volume 17, and it is an excerpt from his book, The Desert. Both are…

The expenditure of energy on a trip of this sort is massive and one only has so much of this…

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

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

An Open Letter to the Buttermilks by Georgie Abel Photos by Tristan Greszko Dear person who climbed the Peabody boulders at…

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

Doug Tompkins opens the door to a South American summer evening. At seventy-one—stooped and shuffling, a button-down shirt tucked into…

There are climbing partners, and there are the climbing partners. The partner you want to climb to the ends of…