We arrived to Creek Pasture past midnight to a deafening stillness. Unable to locate our friend’s campsite, we perched our cars at an empty parking lot and fell asleep in the backs of them, exhausted after the nine-hour drive. I wore my long johns since the desert air seeped easily through the car door. by Madeline…
Cliff took out his trimming scissors and chopped several green buds off the stem of the marijuana plant. After he did this he looked across the room, as nine of his other comrades of cannabis did the same. One bud at a time they tossed the nuggets into a plastic bin at the center of…
The Cumbia Cave is down a bumpy road in Nuevo León, Mexico. It is located in an area called Las Adjuntas, which is where two rivers converge in a beautiful lush canyon famous for it’s canyoneering adventure called Matacanes. The Cumbia Cave is on the way to the already popular area El Salto also known…
“Do you do that?” is a question I’ve been asked throughout my climbing existence, with the emphasis on you and that. The question is always from a non-climbing friend or family member, and the subject matter for discussion is typically a recent TV commercial that uses rock climbing to sell something. by Luke Mehall, author…
I’m sweating in the Colombian sun as I reach for a big flat hold on inverted sandstone. I clip a bolt and move onto a lower angle section. The shenanigans from the previous evening are dripping out of me and onto the red rock below. In a sudden moment of terror and confusion I feel…
As of today Benighted Publications’ first fiction collection is available on Kindle for $0.99. It is titled, “Buildering The Mormon Temple” and the e-book is a collection of four stories, involving buildering, crime, drugs, and climbing. Check out an excerpt from “Trim Season and The Mushroom Wall” here. About us: The Climbing Zine was started in 2010…
The front edge of my helmet drags across the granite as I move my head from side to side. I feel the beads of sweat break loose, falling from my brow and down my face. I try flexing my thighs to wake them from their blood strangled sleep, but to no avail. Matt is stationed…
An excerpt from Luke Mehall’s second book, The Great American Dirtbags. “The world has enough for man’s need, but not enough for man’s greed.” Gandhi Where do we look for hope, for America, the planet, for the human race? The dirtbags. They usually descend from the Middle Class, where they had enough material-wise where their…