The Light and Dark Sides of Free Soloing by Alexa Flower
I’ve heard some describe Yosemite as a vortex, and so is the culture that comes with it. I am sucked…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
I’ve heard some describe Yosemite as a vortex, and so is the culture that comes with it. I am sucked…
“Yucca sandals,” I say to myself. “How’d they do this move in yucca sandals?” The sheer sandstone wall below me…
Do only writers cry when a writer dies? Do only musicians cry when a guitar player dies? Do only climbers…
The dance of renewal, the dance that made the world, was always danced here at the edge of things… …
Man what a route! As a child, I remember looking at photos of it in my Dad’s climbing books thinking,…
Journal entry from 10/15/2014 Zion is the word. Despite all of our differences, to so many people the meaning of…
The night was cold, and where the moon and stars shone around patches of clouds, they were incredibly bright. There…
Most women, at some point in their lives, get discouraged about their appearance because they may not possess the ideal…
Trigger warning: This article discusses topics of depression, suicidal thoughts, and anxiety. For some, the content may be triggering. Please…
I started climbing in Durango, Colorado, a small and isolated burg on the edge of the desert and the mountains,…
“Everybody must give something back / For something they get” —Bob Dylan, “Fourth Time Around” On Writing (about climbing) Writing…
I looked down at my Gri-Gri as a salty tear rolled off my cheek into a thousand feet of space…
No place soaks up sun like the Johnny Cat enclave at the Cat Wall, Indian Creek. The maroon cliffs are…
This is part 2 of Pat Ament’s essay, published in Volume 17. If you missed part 1, you can read…
You know you’re getting old when they start replacing the bolts you used for a first ascent. That was my…