Climb long enough and you’ll have a close encounter ... or several. Mine was in 1986 at Arches National Monument, five minutes up the black- top north of Moab.

Coming clean on the mysterious first ascent of a Yosemite classic.

Sport fanatics are (finally) on the loose at Jailhouse Rock.

It's 5:45 a.m. and I'm standing in a line of people that wraps around the Camp 4 parking lot. It feels like I'm waiting for concert tickets but this i...

A tricky crux, a surprise pop, a very fast 15-foot descent. I was delighted to find myself dangling from my beloved little blue Metolius. But when doing a quick body inventory, I noted that my left foot was attempting an inward 180. Suddenly, explosively, it hurt like hell. My partner Peter quickly lowered me, winced, and suggested we call an ambulance.

TAKE A LOOK AROUND THE nation’s top sport-climbing areas and you’ll see all the hotshots feeding slack and catching falls while outfitted in various makes of fingerless gloves.