Mahir Dalwani lay face-down on a snow-covered rock in excruciating pain. His shoulder had dislocated from a short but violent fall.
“Oppressive route names should have no place in our sport,” Evan Hau told me via email earlier this month.
“It’s hard to climb with a knee on your neck.” #BlackLivesMatter
Annie Weinmann relished the warm, sunny morning as she climbed snow and rock up the 500-foot North Chimney of Longs Peak.
The Patagonian wind strengthened throughout the day. Gusts threw me off balance as I climbed, shaking my confidence.
She sees the good in people and chooses to believe insulting words are usually born of ignorance, not malice.
Racial inequity, Covid, messy politics of this election year ... climbing headlines just haven’t been a priority in my column lately.
“Denial is the heartbeat of racism, beating across ideologies, races, and nations. It is beating within us.” Ibram X. Kendi, How To Be An Antiracist
In the short film, A Thousand Ways To Kiss The Ground, filmmaker Henna Taylor, of Boulder, has you look into the eyes of climbers and their loved ones grappling with...
The first Canadian mountain I ever climbed is an attractive, rocky peak just southwest of Canmore, Alberta — a long day’s drive from Seattle, where I lived back in 1995.