Texas Tower Redux by Josh Smith
Think back over your climbing career. I bet you’ll find a climb—or two—that define you. These won’t be your hardest…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
Think back over your climbing career. I bet you’ll find a climb—or two—that define you. These won’t be your hardest…
I see it being used all around me to describe women, often by other women: badass. I have always considered…
Gray and white clouds rack up in billowed folds like the belly scales of a snake and curl widely across…
The uninitiated, those who don’t climb, always ask me why I do. I normally begin my response with the statement…
Do you know what a perfect hand jam feels like? Do you remember the first time you really nailed one,…
I clipped her to the anchor, untied her knot, and pulled the rope through the gear. “I need more time.”…
Over hundreds of thousands of years, water has trickled, raged, and poured down cracks and creases, winding and weaving through…
As I listened to my boyfriend make his tenth phone call of the hour, I absentmindedly stirred vegetables and reflected…
The granite escarpments of Castle Crags silhouetted the western skyway, massive gargoyles hunched and staring. I thought of my mother’s…
The Korean folklore goes: the Creator called upon all domes and boulders of Korea to gather up north, where they…
“Hey, wake up. Wake up!” Brian whispered harshly. “There’s someone out there.” I half opened an eye and begrudgingly listened…
It was getting dark, and I was wedged hot dog–style in a two-man tent between two college boys who hadn’t…
“Life can be rugged and cold, or smooth and exciting. The climb these two have just performed today symbolizes life…
I remember arguing with my partner about wearing his helmet before starting a climb for the day. “It’s only 5.9,”…
November is closing in fast, and on this turn around the fireball, we reach a strange and interesting milestone in…