Dancing With The Queen by Luke Mehall
In my body, I’m a climber; in my imagination, I’m a rapper. The poets of my generation are MCs—embodiments of…
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An Existence of Persistence (a poem) by Devin Dabney
A passion that fuels Is one that burns brightly Words by Devin Dabney. Photos by Angelique Brown. Published in…
The Giving Bolt, An Ode To The Bolt by Jimmy Keithley
Well here we are, old bolt; let me just say this before I remove you. You should be proud because…
Why Climbers Should Write and Writers Should Climb by Cyrena Lee
I am a writer, too, kinda. I am also writing a novel. I’m working on a novel. I also write.…
Meltdown by Beth Rodden
Note from the editor of the Valley of Giants book, Lauren DeLaunay Miller: A book about the women of Yosemite…
Chuck Pratt, Liquid Sunshine by Pat Ament (Part 1)
by Pat Ament (note the full version of this piece was published in Volume 17, which is now available in…
Basaseachi by Matt Spohn
The teenage Federale slings his machine gun over his shoulder and bends toward my bag. Cocaine? he asks. Marijuana? I…
Rambling In The Bugaboos by David Fay
We rounded the bend and there were half a dozen people lining up at the base of the route. Rock…
Get Sends or Die Tryin’ by Devin Dabney
The distinction between a “climber” and “someone who climbs” has always fascinated me; it’s a nuance I’ve observed throughout a…
Staying Hungry on The Salathe by Brittany Goris (an excerpt)
“Keep dreamin’, stay hungry, and remember that there is no finish line.” This quote by Todd Skinner in the opening…
The Long Way Back by Mike Reddy
“Oh you feel and you taste it and you want to go higher. So what do you do? And so…
Wrestling With A Lifetime Of Fear On Hollow Flake by Luke Mehall
On the ledge that night, I felt at home and at ease. We were on the rock of our dreams.…
The Art of The Plaque by Luke Mehall
It’s the same story the crow told me It’s the only one he knows Like the morning sun you’ll come…
From Self Harm to Self Love by Kaya Lindsay
*Trigger Warning* This article discusses self-harm. “Look at my hands!” I hold my blistered and scabbed knuckles out to…
My Helmet by David Rozul
I hold and turn my helmet like a classroom globe, dragging my fingers over each mark, each sign of wear.…