Locations

Journal entry from 10/15/2014 Zion is the word. Despite all of our differences, to so many people the meaning of…

I know he knows. Adam Lawton is proud. In every group of adventurers, there is a leader, and every great…

My path as a climber had to face a most real enemy: pure unadulterated fear. This fear manifested itself in…

I see it being used all around me to describe women, often by other women: badass. I have always considered…

Joshua Tree National Park is a refuge. I don’t know if I’d decided this by then, sitting folded into the…

The black-and-white photograph is small and square, half a century old, showing my grandmother posing in front of the dark,…

In the late 1300s, experts point to drought and other environmental stressors impacting the Puebloan people in the Southwest leading…

No place soaks up sun like the Johnny Cat enclave at the Cat Wall, Indian Creek. The maroon cliffs are…

The night was cold, and where the moon and stars shone around patches of clouds, they were incredibly bright. There…

Walking up to the base of Freerider, I felt rested, light, but increasingly nervous. Two years ago, I’d never climbed…

My father taught me how to climb, just as he taught me how to play guitar and ski—badly, I could…

You know you’re getting old when they start replacing the bolts you used for a first ascent. That was my…

The granite escarpments of Castle Crags silhouetted the western skyway, massive gargoyles hunched and staring. I thought of my mother’s…

I looked down at my Gri-Gri as a salty tear rolled off my cheek into a thousand feet of space…

“If you just stop for a second, I can show you there’s no road out there!” Ben said. “I know…