Dirtbagging

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

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

At The Zine we’ve got a plan. We started out small, really small, and we printed like 100 copies per…

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

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

Note: this piece was published way back in Volume 2. That zine out of print, but you can pick one…

In the Last Pitch section of the new Climbing Zine, there’s a great, sentimental piece, written by Mallory Logan. Titled…

When I was in my later years of being a teenager I was convinced that I was born too late.…

I’d been reading a book on relationships. It suggests not to spring things on your partner; that if you have…

Publisher of The Climbing Zine, Luke Mehall, follows his dreams, no matter how absurd. Recently the Dirtbag Diaries podcast asked…

“The best climber is the one having the most fun.” Alex Lowe This is a new column for The Climbing…

spray: 1. Climbing talk. 2. A climbing conversation in which the unconscious ego enters, steering the chatter towards graceless self-aggrandizement.…

In an age when the power of the media has been given to the people, we are here to offer…