A Journey Through Time by Adam Ferro
The expenditure of energy on a trip of this sort is massive and one only has so much of this…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
The expenditure of energy on a trip of this sort is massive and one only has so much of this…
The black-and-white photograph is small and square, half a century old, showing my grandmother posing in front of the dark,…
It is like any other start to a day of climbing in the Black Canyon. Dave and I are up…
My path as a climber had to face a most real enemy: pure unadulterated fear. This fear manifested itself in…
Some are blessed by fate With thews and spines of steel, Some work hard and fiercely fight To rise above…
When my college crew began climbing in the Black Canyon, topos were scribbled out on beer soaked napkins, during big…
Right now, this detail is all that matters: the carabiner just fell back into the crack, and you’re staring it…
The Dream In May 2012 I leaned against the rail of the overlook on the North Chasm View Wall on…