Climbing Culture

It was that familiar feeling you get when you finish a big climb—that immense wash of relief that climbers all…

If I close my eyes and never awaken A thousand adventures I hope to have taken Some with family and…

In my body, I’m a climber; in my imagination, I’m a rapper. The poets of my generation are MCs—embodiments of…

“There’s someone on that off-width you wanted to do.” I pause—midstride—and look up to see someone hanging out halfway…

Let me die on the rock Doesn’t matter which one Something sunny and remote Away from the dummies and remotes…

I guess you could call it a town. It’s open three or four months per year. Driving east, hues of…

“If this climb doesn’t blow you away, nothing will,” James ventured as he hit the brakes. “I still can’t believe…

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

600 pages of The Climbing Zine, including two rare zines (Volume 12 and 13) Score one while you can! *Old…

Note: this poem is published in Volume 25. Photo of Anna climbing “Peace” in Tuolumne Meadows, California by Mary Eden. …

Yeah, we are star matter from the big bang And that love ain’t far behind you Love ain’t…

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

We just came across an unexpected find in the Zine storage: a small box of Volume 13s. Now posted up…

I’d been driving past this rock, near Hanksville, for years. It’s just begging to be climbed but looked impossible without…