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Dec 22, 19 •
7183 Views •
Climbing Culture •
Luke •
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“There were no girls when I started climbing [in England],” Alan said, in a tone more serious than joking. I’d just met Alan Carne only twenty-four hours before, on a warm September day seeking refuge in the shade of the 4×4 Wall at Indian Creek,...
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May 26, 19 •
10202 Views •
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Luke •
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The uninitiated, those who don’t climb, always ask me why I do. I normally begin my response with the statement that I don’t climb enough. I’m a marginal climber at best and am thankful for many far superior climbing partners who humor me struggling up...
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Dec 13, 18 •
1852 Views •
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The granite escarpments of Castle Crags silhouetted the western skyway, massive gargoyles hunched and staring. I thought of my mother’s words: “Don’t do that. You’ll get hurt. Be safe. You’re going to die.” Sentences that salted every conversation...
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Jun 22, 17 •
12143 Views •
Climbing Culture •
Luke •
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“Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.” Goerte I grew up in the traditions of western science and puritan pragmatism. Success is earned through work, luck is the sum of preparation, a penny saved is a...
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May 18, 17 •
5807 Views •
Dirtbagging •
Luke •
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Doug Tompkins opens the door to a South American summer evening. At seventy-one—stooped and shuffling, a button-down shirt tucked into khakis and held up with a leather belt—he’s not exactly the climbing jock he once was. Looking up through kind, brown...
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Feb 21, 17 •
8818 Views •
Climbing Culture •
Luke •
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Awake. Alone. It’s 3 am. Only two more hours to sleep, the clock is ticking. The world is silent. Maybe there’s a breath of wind here and there. Late July in California and it isn’t hot at all – I’m in a big puffy coat, sitting on a...
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Feb 8, 17 •
43137 Views •
Climbing Culture •
Luke •
22 Comments
Pulling into The Chief campground in Squamish for my first time, I had to double-check the sign to make sure my boyfriend and I hadn’t driven into the training ground for a traveling circus. Uncoordinated, poutin-hungry tourists from China and Montreal...
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Jan 28, 17 •
8533 Views •
Indian Creek •
Luke •
1 Comment
“You know there’s something special you’re needing. And you know there’s no drug that’ll do the healing, and no liquor in the land to stop your brain from bleeding. You need something special to open up a new door, to show you something you’ve...
