Climbing Culture

by Lucas Roman. This story is published in Volume 18. Banner photo by Hobo Greg Brad Gobright is pure of…

Typical Sunday used gear peruse. Filing through overpriced ultralights. Old green rock empire robot. Outdated, unwanted, undervalued… “Perfect.” …

Screams are a colorful thing. Each one has its own distinct message. An anger, a joy, a pain. The nature…

It’s your mom’s minivan pimped out And only seats two Because if it wasn’t hard enough to live in a…

In Memory of Towyn Williams (1926 – 2016) I associate much of my childhood with a little white farmhouse in…

Is climbing as innate as sharing, copulating, greed, or even walking? Many evolutionary biologists would offer that the essence of…

Acknowledging the roots and conceptualizations of the outdoor activities that we so passionately pursue enriches our participation and ties us…

The expenditure of energy on a trip of this sort is massive and one only has so much of this…

The reflection targets my disfigurement. If only the borders of this mirror could protect the rest of the world from…

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

There are climbing partners, and there are the climbing partners. The partner you want to climb to the ends of…

You can do it, climber girl. No matter what they say You may not be as tall You may not…

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

For Sara Rosecrans, banner photo of Sara by Meg LaHatte Give me the words to describe the blue I…

Living on the road feels like traveling through space in a spaceship. You are in your car spaceship, flying in…