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Most women, at some point in their lives, get discouraged about their appearance because they may not possess the ideal…

I think I’ve read the words afraid, scared, terrified, anxious, and fear more over the last two weeks than in…

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

It’s a dingy bar. Dark and musty. Where, I’m not exactly sure, but there is a feeling of sadness that…

Publisher’s Note: As this issue was going to press, the coronavirus began to ravage the United States. This issue is…

I wasn’t sure if I should start this piece with being three thousand feet off the ground on El Capitan,…

Trigger warning: This article discusses topics of depression, suicidal thoughts, and anxiety. For some, the content may be triggering. Please…

This is part 2 of Pat Ament’s essay, published in Volume 17. If you missed part 1, you can read…

I remember arguing with my partner about wearing his helmet before starting a climb for the day. “It’s only 5.9,”…

It’s 1981, and I’m 22 years old, about to graduate from college, trying to sort out what happens next. And…

This last month, as we raise funds for The Climbing Zine Book, I’ve been telling a lot of stories about…

Since November, I’ve been in Modesto, California, with my family and, while here, digitally archiving the multitude of slides, negatives,…

It would have been hard to write about Phil Schaal even if he were still here—here meaning still alive. Alive…

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

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