Hypoxic Dreams by Vic Zeilman
It’s a dingy bar. Dark and musty. Where, I’m not exactly sure, but there is a feeling of sadness that…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
It’s a dingy bar. Dark and musty. Where, I’m not exactly sure, but there is a feeling of sadness that…
Think back over your climbing career. I bet you’ll find a climb—or two—that define you. These won’t be your hardest…
Mudstrosity Yes, it wobbled. Three feet high, one foot wide, a foot deep, probably outweighing me, the block sat at…
You know you’re getting old when they start replacing the bolts you used for a first ascent. That was my…
I see it being used all around me to describe women, often by other women: badass. I have always considered…
I know he knows. Adam Lawton is proud. In every group of adventurers, there is a leader, and every great…
My left hand cups a full undercling while my right shades the sun from my eyes. Above me, the short…
“If you just stop for a second, I can show you there’s no road out there!” Ben said. “I know…
November is closing in fast, and on this turn around the fireball, we reach a strange and interesting milestone in…
The dance of renewal, the dance that made the world, was always danced here at the edge of things… …
As The Zine grows in popularity we have seen more and more interest from our European readers. We are psyched…
As I listened to my boyfriend make his tenth phone call of the hour, I absentmindedly stirred vegetables and reflected…
Man what a route! As a child, I remember looking at photos of it in my Dad’s climbing books thinking,…
The Korean folklore goes: the Creator called upon all domes and boulders of Korea to gather up north, where they…
The black-and-white photograph is small and square, half a century old, showing my grandmother posing in front of the dark,…