Tag: yosemite

At some point in my early to midtwenties, I came to the conclusion that life is not about rock climbing.…

“There were no girls when I started climbing [in England],” Alan said, in a tone more serious than joking. I’d…

UPDATE: the paperback edition of Squeak! has been released. You can get a copy of the book here. Longtime Zine…

The granite escarpments of Castle Crags silhouetted the western skyway, massive gargoyles hunched and staring. I thought of my mother’s…

This is part 2 of Pat Ament’s essay, published in Volume 17. If you missed part 1, you can read…

In Memory of Towyn Williams (1926 – 2016) I associate much of my childhood with a little white farmhouse in…

As I listened to my boyfriend make his tenth phone call of the hour, I absentmindedly stirred vegetables and reflected…

Back in May, while hanging out in El Cap Meadow, I overheard a friend talking about Leah’s goal to climb…

“If Jesus can’t save you, life starts when the church ends.” Empire State of Mind by Jay Z Some call…

“Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.” Goerte I…

I guess you could call it a town. It’s open three or four months per year. Driving east, hues of…

Climbing with a pack on is the worst. It’s heavy, it’s awkward, and you don’t even use half its contents…

Since November, I’ve been in Modesto, California, with my family and, while here, digitally archiving the multitude of slides, negatives,…

I’ve heard some describe Yosemite as a vortex, and so is the culture that comes with it. I am sucked…

Do only writers cry when a writer dies? Do only musicians cry when a guitar player dies? Do only climbers…