About The Jimmie Dunn Cover (The Climbing Zine Book)
As I’ve said and written before, my favorite thing about publishing The Zine is the connections it helps create. I…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
As I’ve said and written before, my favorite thing about publishing The Zine is the connections it helps create. I…
Well here we are, old bolt; let me just say this before I remove you. You should be proud because…
open jug filled by authentic rubber and stretched leather laces of Velcro rooted in gravity toward the edge of rock…
I started seeing it sometime last year, and it got a small chuckle out of me then: #bitchesonpitches. But the…
Have you been to the boneyard? The blank eye on the map perched above an asphalt brow there, an…
It’s the same story the crow told me It’s the only one he knows Like the morning sun you’ll come…
Milton had overgrowth knots, the greasy kind, matting his beard to his wooly secondhand pullover, which sagged without shape over…
I love being challenged by the nature that has been sculpting the rock faces of our planet for many centuries.…
“Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.” Goerte I…
I hold and turn my helmet like a classroom globe, dragging my fingers over each mark, each sign of wear.…
Standing there, gaping at this monstrous and inhuman spectacle of rock and cloud and sky and space, I feel a…
Way back when, which seems like not so long ago, your guidebooks tended to be a few pages of the…
“There’s someone on that off-width you wanted to do.” I pause—midstride—and look up to see someone hanging out halfway…
In the rich caravan of climbers whom we meet at the crags, people come and go. Some, like the flowing…
The teenage Federale slings his machine gun over his shoulder and bends toward my bag. Cocaine? he asks. Marijuana? I…