Climbing Culture

How did I end up becoming an off-width climber? I used to absolutely hate off-widths—mostly because I didn’t like the…

The Climbing Zine is celebrating 15 years of being in print, and we’re kicking off this year’s “Zine Things” in…

It’s rare to be told by an editor that you can write whatever you want, but that’s how this essay…

The Climbing Zine is now accepting stories, photography, and art for our 2025 volume. Below are our loose guidelines. Words…

Four fingers grip an empty cup. “Go back to your country, terrorist!” a stranger spits, tossing his beer on me…

The young buck who offers to take us up Time Wave Zero instead drinks twenty-eight Tecates and keeps the hot…

“Keep dreamin’, stay hungry, and remember that there is no finish line.” This quote by Todd Skinner in the…

“I am glad / For every thought that puts my memory / On my past time.” —Michelangelo This piece…

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…

A roommate and dear friend of mine used to talk both eloquently and incessantly about her Purple Rabbit. She would…

Fifteen meters up Rutabaga, a moderate 5.9 splitter at the base of Squamish, BC’s Stawamus Chief, stretches a traverse between…

Ring the bells in elegy For the last engine Of the last Saturn On (semi) permanent loan From the buddy…

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

This story starts and ends with a chicken. On a bright morning in a high valley of the Hindu Kush,…