Posts Tagged ‘trad’

  • The Long Run, a profile of Alan Carne by Luke Mehall

    Dec 22, 19 • 7183 Views • Climbing Culture1 Comment

    “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,...

  • Climbing Past War by Stacy Bare

    May 26, 19 • 10202 Views • Locations1 Comment

    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...

  • Where The Winds Hit Heavy by Matt Spohn

    Dec 13, 18 • 1852 Views • LocationsNo Comments

    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...

  • Flirting with The Nose In A Day in The Valley of Stone

    Jun 22, 17 • 12143 Views • Climbing Culture2 Comments

    “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...

  • From Midas’s Touch to A Green Thumb: Remembering Doug Tompkins by Joy Martin

    May 18, 17 • 5807 Views • DirtbaggingNo Comments

    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...

  • Awake On El Cap by Tristan Greszko

    Feb 21, 17 • 8818 Views • Climbing Culture2 Comments

    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...

  • Jugs on Jugs by Gaelen Engler

    Feb 8, 17 • 43137 Views • Climbing Culture22 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...

  • A Climber In The Winter of His Content

    Jan 28, 17 • 8533 Views • Indian Creek1 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...