24 Hours of Vegas by Luke Mehall
The best thing about America is that it gives you space. I like that. I like that you buy into…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
The best thing about America is that it gives you space. I like that. I like that you buy into…
It’s 1981, and I’m 22 years old, about to graduate from college, trying to sort out what happens next. And…
“Think we could throw a haul bag out of an airplane? That would make the approach really easy.” Kennan was…
Back in May, while hanging out in El Cap Meadow, I overheard a friend talking about Leah’s goal to climb…
My father taught me how to climb, just as he taught me how to play guitar and ski—badly, I could…
I promised my father I’d never free solo. I remember, as a young kid, how his voice rocked back and…
As The Zine grows in popularity we have seen more and more interest from our European readers. We are psyched…
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…
My path as a climber had to face a most real enemy: pure unadulterated fear. This fear manifested itself in…
I think I’ve read the words afraid, scared, terrified, anxious, and fear more over the last two weeks than in…
Publisher’s Note: As this issue was going to press, the coronavirus began to ravage the United States. This issue is…
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…