Sally and I stood at the base of Olive Oil in Red Rock; I flaked out the rope and she racked up for the first pitch. We've been climbing together for some years now, and it's become one of my most cherished partnerships. While I jumped right into the fray of multipitch trad climbing early…
He rolled over in bed on top of his lover, reaching over to the bed stand and grabbed a syringe cap filled with used cottons and vitamin water. "Maybe we can just shoot vitamins instead of heroin," he said while mashing the cottons with the butt of the syringe. She grabbed her cap and did…
It was cold. I laid in my tent playing the same game I always play with my climbing partners on cold mornings with looming scary days in the mountains ahead, and waited to see if they will stir or if I can sabotage the day by going back to sleep. But I always decide to…
I slot my hand into the crack, it's perfect hands. Looking up the gently overhanging crack from the starting point I notice the slight flares, and the dime edges on the face left of the crack. I take note of the subtle widening of the crack, where it goes from off-hands to fists, and project…
