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 Turning Around on the Chisos Mountain Trail
By Richard F. Fleck - Through berried junipers and dry Scrub oak, we amble along a steadily Upward trail toward much higher Pinnacles with gliding ravens hoarsely Squawking like spirits of the mountains Overlooking agave, prickly pear and Yucca about to bloom, and from the Branches of pinon pines comes a Sprite-liken cheeping of white-breasted Nuthatches as volcanic Casa Grande Darkens in an approaching storm.  Ocotillo Sundown
By Richard F. Fleck - We stand in the desert and stare at the Chisos Mountains reddening in silence, each little rocky crag and slit given emphasis with nearby prickly pears brilliantly lit, but perhaps the most striking thing proves to be the way the setting sun illuminates spiked ocotillo plants with tiny red buds looking much like spirits emerging from thorny shells silhouetted by such ghostly mountains.  BUMMING IT WITH GARY HEMMING
When I started up the mountain as a twenty year old college student, I had no idea what dangers, toils, ("adventure" definition: to arrive, I am still arriving), and fantastic trips I would grasp hold of. I have a huge imagination, even back then in the 1970's I was prone to both level headed logic and ideas of grandeur that went half way up Nanda Devi, or in my case El Capitan. This sense of awe and wanting to be in these awesome environs propelled me up.  BUDDHA's CAVE in KINGMAN ARIZONA
Close your eyes. Can you picture Joshua Tree in the 1970's, before John Long and the Stonemasters moved in and scooped up many of the first accents? No traffic back then, just virgin rock. I'm nursing a hernia as I write this story. My elbow hurts and my two-wheeled aluminum mule is about to throw a shoe. Que lastima. I am in a world of hurt, temporarily camped out in Kingman, Arizona, elevation 3,300 feet, Memorial Day Weekend.  The Hillary Step
Rising sheer and forbidding, from a razor traverse that vanishes, like nerve, on the precipice; a drab rib of ancient sea floor, elevated, as if by destiny, in the grinding ascension of tectonic crust, to paramount significance - Mount Everest’s final impediment, protector of the crown - reserved, on the apex of earth, in the glorious panorama of the Himalaya massif on a clear day, for a gentleman of undaunted disposition, who perceives before him not the nemesis of mortal obsession, but instead, a possible way up.  Electric Peak
By Richard F. Fleck - I cannot resist staring at distant Electric Peak from the top of Mount Washburn as I am drawn to its dazzling white snowfields attracting stands of clouds no doubt the build-up of a summer thunderstorm such as the one Henry Gannett felt in 1872 when his entire body painfully tingled  The Climb
February 2009 - Three-fourths of the way through, she took a moment to take in her surroundings. It was before sunrise, so the early morning looked like a night sky taken from the pages of a storybook’s illustrations. Her dizziness made it feel like they were in a cave, but she could see each and every glossy star against the black curtain of a sky.  Spider Rock
By Richard F. Fleck - With what intensity the Anasazi must have had when they looked straight up from their ancient dwellings astride the base of Spider Rock rising eight hundred feet in massive redness above the valley floor in the midst of Canyon de Chelly.  Meditations at 10,000 feet
By Richard F. Fleck - I slowly amble toward the Beartooth Range looming above ten thousand feet and gaze at gray gigantic granitic uplifts carved with glaciated and snowy cirques, when I begin to feel a kind of syncline elevating my mind ever upwards to the highest summit bearing the name of Granite Peak that rises to 12,799 feet  Solo
I remember like it was yesterday, or a couple weeks ago anyway. Standing there looking up, the mountain staring back like a master to his pup. Fully equipped but still so scared, of what lie ahead of me and why I dared. To climb this cliff side up to its peak, and claim the reward I was there to seek.  Snake Bit at Turkey Tank
Turkey Tank, near Flagstaff, Arizona, is one of the primo bouldering / trad top rope spots to be seen, touched, or tasted, at least in my limited travels across America. I have moved over stone since the mid 1970's, I've been from a sweet spot to learn this game at Cosumnes River Gorge outside Placerville, California, to, a little further down the road Sacramento's or Roseville's Deer Park.  We are lizard people... moving over stone
I'd been living in Flagstaff, Arizona, at the edge of the Navajo Reservation, on the road to Hopiland. A great bouldering spot - Turkey Tank - is in range of my two-wheel aluminum mule. On the basalt walls of this canyon are many petroglyphs, some are snakes, others are lizards. Hopi and Anasazi symbols. Important links to Mother Earth.  Alien on the Rocks
The desert wind is howling. The zephyr is dry as the sand beneath my pedals. I'm riding my bike west across the Arizona outback starting a solo journey. The invisible hand pushing against me is my first real task. The wind makes my skin prickle, it wraps around me like a bear hug. Mile after lonely mile, I get a chance to think a lot.  The Climbing Personality and Proficiency Exam for Potential Partners
By Elijah Merrill - Let’s face it: we, the intelligent beings that we are, are relying more and more on tests to make decisions for us. We seek guidance for just about every aspect of our life, which means two things: it is either a reflection of our species's confidence in our decision making abilities, or it may just be that we’re too damn lazy ...  MY CLIMBING STUDENT, A DUMB ASS OF A HORSE
By David Sweetland - Call him youth-at-risk, juvenile delinquent, mad, malcontent, morose, a kid with ADHD or maybe a touch of autism? Dyslexic? Poly addicted. Addicted to Poly. I was once hooked to Susan. Usually what is connected with addiction in psychotherapeutic lingo is co-dependency and rescuing.  The Crux
A Short Story by Steve Quinn - As she awoke she heard the sound of the ocean, and then felt the tepid water that filled her boots and the rough sand against her knees and elbows. Lacing sandy fingers across her face she carefully opened her eyes to brilliant sunshine. The first thing was that she was on a beach of incredibly white sand, turquoise water lapping at her legs ...  In Defiance of "The Edge"
Story and photos by “Alpinista Hombre” (Aaron McAdams) - The mountain climber achieves a momentous feat and bellows, “Conquest at last!” A great moment of satisfaction has been achieved. Returning to camp from a great adrenal blitz, the climber moves to celebrate the day and looks back at the mountain with new admiration ...  Guadalupe Peak - High Above the Mesquite
By Richard F. Fleck - Our trail ascends the way past waxy leaves of Madrone trees with smooth and reddish trunks and on up past some blooming cholla in a cold March wind, and higher toward a limestone ledge washed with desert varnish looming above a pinon forest lending voice to the constant gusty winds of western Texas.  NON CLIMBING in the SOUTHWEST
By David Sweetland - A road trip is a good initial experience with the southwest. With Tony and Terrence, in about 1976, winter, we left from Sacramento, California. First stop Ogden, Utah, to see an old girl friend (not geriatric). Then some ice climbing in Little Cottonwood Canyon. Onto Zion and the beginning of our non climbing in the southwest — the four corners where Colorado, Utah, New Mexico, and Arizona meet. We knew — read — Pratt and Abbey as gurus and followed their lead.  Keeping Up With Mini While Climbing Mount Wheeler
By Richard F. Fleck - We camped in Taos Valley on a cold September night while Mini, my blond cocker spaniel, danced around the tent as we tried to get some needed sleep before our tiring climb of Wheeler Peak. |
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