Going It Alone by Vic Zeilman
At some point in my early to midtwenties, I came to the conclusion that life is not about rock climbing.…
Wearing our heart on our chalk bags.
At some point in my early to midtwenties, I came to the conclusion that life is not about rock climbing.…
“If Jesus can’t save you, life starts when the church ends.” Empire State of Mind by Jay Z Some call…
Man what a route! As a child, I remember looking at photos of it in my Dad’s climbing books thinking,…
I’ve heard some describe Yosemite as a vortex, and so is the culture that comes with it. I am sucked…
UPDATE: the second edition of Squeak! has been released. Same great story, with a couple updates, including The Climbers Pact…
As I listened to my boyfriend make his tenth phone call of the hour, I absentmindedly stirred vegetables and reflected…
“There were no girls when I started climbing [in England],” Alan said, in a tone more serious than joking. I’d…
“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…
In Memory of Towyn Williams (1926 – 2016) I associate much of my childhood with a little white farmhouse in…
Adventures with Mark Grundon, a climber with an infinite amount of energy, who endures an avalanche and cancer all while…
The granite escarpments of Castle Crags silhouetted the western skyway, massive gargoyles hunched and staring. I thought of my mother’s…
When I heard that Jim Bridwell had died, my first thought was, I bet even he didn’t think he’d live…
This is part 2 of Pat Ament’s essay, published in Volume 17. If you missed part 1, you can read…
Since November, I’ve been in Modesto, California, with my family and, while here, digitally archiving the multitude of slides, negatives,…