Holding the Rock Together
I won’t say that I’m afraid of heights, but to be standing on the edge of anything looking down more…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
I won’t say that I’m afraid of heights, but to be standing on the edge of anything looking down more…
We couldn’t have planned for how perfect this truly went. The weather for that whole week in July was bluebird…
This young hippie left a bag of his groceries with my stuff after last weekend climbing in the Creek—granola, ramen,…
Times are scary, and common sense decency seems to quickly be fading from day to day life. We’ve got a…
Utah and Colorado. We are neighbors, and many of us go back and forth between our borders so often it’s…
Scott Adamson and Kyle Dempster no longer walk among us in this life. They died in Pakistan some time in…
Then, when all seemed like peace had been restored to my existence, 9/11 happened. I was out on a morning…
Climbing with a pack on is the worst. It’s heavy, it’s awkward, and you don’t even use half its contents…
Right now, this detail is all that matters: the carabiner just fell back into the crack, and you’re staring it…
Freedom, where are you? I found you briefly, growing up in the flatlands And then, you were flattened By growing…
I figured that it would be just a regular outing on the rock that would pose only minor difficulties given…
While many of you are just starting to savor the latest Climbing Zine, Volume 8, The Old School Issue, at…
“Ummm…honey, you know that nice hiking weekend we have coming up together? Well, ahhh…Dale just asked me if I…ummm…could climb…
Without climbing I’d be dead or in jail. This is not the first piece I’ve ever started off with those…
I am sitting in front of my computer, doing what I do to make my pennies, but in a few…