Monster Cracks by Pete Whittaker
Over hundreds of thousands of years, water has trickled, raged, and poured down cracks and creases, winding and weaving through…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
Over hundreds of thousands of years, water has trickled, raged, and poured down cracks and creases, winding and weaving through…
I started climbing in Durango, Colorado, a small and isolated burg on the edge of the desert and the mountains,…
The dance of renewal, the dance that made the world, was always danced here at the edge of things… …
I. Trapped Kaiser Santa Clara Hospital, June 2018 The haul bag sits, a stuffed pig in the trunk. Cams, nuts,…
My father taught me how to climb, just as he taught me how to play guitar and ski—badly, I could…
Man what a route! As a child, I remember looking at photos of it in my Dad’s climbing books thinking,…
I clipped her to the anchor, untied her knot, and pulled the rope through the gear. “I need more time.”…
Mudstrosity Yes, it wobbled. Three feet high, one foot wide, a foot deep, probably outweighing me, the block sat at…
Most women, at some point in their lives, get discouraged about their appearance because they may not possess the ideal…
Joshua Tree National Park is a refuge. I don’t know if I’d decided this by then, sitting folded into the…
As I listened to my boyfriend make his tenth phone call of the hour, I absentmindedly stirred vegetables and reflected…
I see it being used all around me to describe women, often by other women: badass. I have always considered…
“Yucca sandals,” I say to myself. “How’d they do this move in yucca sandals?” The sheer sandstone wall below me…
It was getting dark, and I was wedged hot dog–style in a two-man tent between two college boys who hadn’t…
It starts with a plan like a break in the clouds. We set out thinking on the lines, the foods,…