Tag: yosemite

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

Man what a route! As a child, I remember looking at photos of it in my Dad’s climbing books thinking,…

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

Editor’s note: Longtime Climbing Zine contributor D Scott Borden wrote this piece for Volume 7, and sadly as the Zine…