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TNB: The Only Blasphemy
John Bachar laces up his boots and cinches the sling on his chalk bag. “Ready?” Only then do I realize he means to climb all two thousand feet solo, without a rope. To save face, I agree, thinking: Well, if he suggests something too crazy, I’ll just draw the line. I was the first to start soloing out at Josh anyhow.
Border Country
The ring of a hammer hitting a drill bit bounced down Gunsight Gully in Yosemite. Mad Dog's mullet flapped in the breeze as he swore about having to sink another bristler. Balanced at a small stance with the help of two hooks, Mad Dog (née Dana Drummond) wailed on the drill.
Return of the Verm
Sitting in a friend’s living room in Saint George, Utah, I was showing a group of climbers my photography when one, whom I had met for the first time 30 minutes prior, proceeded to rip my work a new one, only to compliment it in the same breath.
TNB: American Dirtbag
Where are all the dirtbags? I'm not talking about these imposter dirtbags, the new-age lurkers taking up all the parking spots at Camp 4, Indian Creek and Miguel's Pizza with their pimped-out, Direct TV-receiving Sprinter vans that look like college dorm rooms on 26s.
CU Belay Glasses
These new spectacles use mirrors to let belayers comfortably watch their partners without having to crane their necks back into an uncomfortable position and risk belayer's neck, essentially an irritation of the joints of the cervical spine due to prolonged extension.
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