Climbing Culture

Pulling into The Chief campground in Squamish for my first time, I had to double-check the sign to make sure…

We are in the middle of our KEEP THE ZINE alive campaign, well, at the beginning really. The goal is…

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

The distinction between a “climber” and “someone who climbs” has always fascinated me; it’s a nuance I’ve observed throughout a…

open jug filled by authentic rubber and stretched leather laces of Velcro rooted in gravity toward the edge of rock…

***UPDATED on 6/7 WITH NEW NUMBERS**** This year has started off a bit rocky for our print publication. Our print…

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

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

I started seeing it sometime last year, and it got a small chuckle out of me then: #bitchesonpitches. But the…

Last weekend I learned of the demise of Climbing magazine in print, as everyone else did: on the internet. I…

Note: this piece was originally published in the Durango Telegraph newspaper. After a decade plus of writing for The Telegraph,…

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

My friends are gettin’ older, So I guess I must be too. Without their loving kindness, I don’t know what…

Remember when, a while back, some prominent climbers were proclaiming, “the dirtbag is dead”? Well, they were right, it is.…

This is the most beautiful place on Earth, but of course, like Cactus Ed Abbey said, every person carries in…