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John Long: Guilty Pleasures
Lynn Hill and I spent the winter of 1981 in Las Vegas, climbing daily at Red Rocks and plowing through nights at dead-end jobs. After roughly 10 seasons of climbing 300 days a year, my learning curve had flattened and I found myself singing the same old song.
Wild Chihuahua
Rumors of a parallel Hueco universe lure an intrepid team of American climbers into the unforgiving Mexican desert. By Matt Segal Photos by John Dickey
Chuck Fryberger, Climber and Filmmaker
Upon arriving in a new country, first things first: Always learn how to order the local drink. You'd be surprised how far you can get with a combination of English, charades and confidence.
Altered State
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.
Mad Rock Ultra Light
CARABINERS ARE THE one piece of climbing gear you can never have enough of. Paradoxically, like socks and beer, they vanish as mysteriously as if they’d been put on a log raft and sent down the Amazon—for every two carabiners I acquire, one runs off.
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