Climbing Culture

“Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.” Goerte I…

Curled into the bench seat like astronauts they hurtled through the dark, stars hanging low outside the dust-dimmed beam of…

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…

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

“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…

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…

If I close my eyes and never awaken A thousand adventures I hope to have taken Some with family and…

Let me die on the rock Doesn’t matter which one Something sunny and remote Away from the dummies and remotes…

I guess you could call it a town. It’s open three or four months per year. Driving east, hues of…

600 pages of The Climbing Zine, including two rare zines (Volume 12 and 13) Score one while you can! *Old…