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The Pursuit
Will you tell me, oh climber, of ascents
among the nations? Of your catharsis
revolution enacted upon the soul?
Will you send a sign of greatness,
and hang it high upon a pole?
Can you climb into your being
and fill that longing with dirt and dust and chalk?
Preacher Man
By Peter de Lennoy - I lashed myself to the summit of the Needles Eye and glanced at the sky. Dark clouds swirled and spun. A mighty wall of wind and water surged toward us like a rogue wave. I pulled up the rope and shouted.
Vivre la difference!
By Andy Cloquet - The name Khyber is unique in UK climbing. It now holds an unassailable position across both sexes in mountaineering’s Who’s Who. You will remember Mark Khyber but do you know that the media-heroine, Chrissy, is also a Khyber?
Dragonfly
By Sean Toren - Bruno imagines himself an insect as he swings through the door at Mountain Hut, an insect that can hunt and gather and consume, though he's not sure if he should be a honeybee or a red ant today.
A SAAB Story - Of mice and Karma
By Majka Burhardt - The longest road trip I’ve ever taken was in a two-door 1983 blue Saab 900. It was a fussy, impractical little automobile. The sunroof leaked, and the clutch stuck between fourth and fifth gears.
Going for Broke: An (Ir)Rational Pursuit of Every Climber's Dream
By Majka Burhardt - It’s 7:30 a.m. and you’re at the parking lot of your local crag. Today you plan to finally get on the choice route on the cliff. You’ve been waiting for two months to do this climb, and the perfect finger crack is a siren beckoning to you again and again. Now you’re finally heeding her call.
La Petite Epic - Learning the ropes, French style
By Majka Burhardt - It all began with an overhanging limestone pocket at Wild Iris. Actually there were two of them, and, due to their distance apart and the lack of other features surrounding them, I was supposed to be holding onto one and heel hooking in the other.
Finding Your Better Half - The search for the perfect (rope) mate
By Majka Burhardt - You wake up to your alarm at 6:30 a.m. Your dog hears the buzzer and jumps in bed to make his wet nose your second reminder. You have a date today — this morning, in fact. At 7:45 you are meeting a new climbing partner at the local coffee shop and you don’t want to be late.
The Devil wears white vinyl
By Dave Sheldon - Despite this guidebook warning and the setting sun, down I went, dehydrated, hungry, and with a full haulbag and portaledge on my back.
Drawing fire
by Matt Samet - While many rave about the quality of the limestone bouldering in this small defile near Flagstaff, Arizona, I never got close enough to the rock to find out.
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