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....

The definitive guide to being a rotting degenerate....

Anderew Bisharat struggles on his long time climbing project at Rifle, Colorado....

The music rippled through the fall air, crisp and bright as a Red Delicious apple. The thumping drums that were laced into the treble by the DJ evoked......

Some stories are so amazing they must be told. This modern Greek tragedy, which takes place on the ancient island of Kalymnos, is NOT one of those stories......

In my mind, the trad climb was desperate and runout but only in my mind. I mashed chalk into my palms and recalled a scene from one of my all-time favorite movies......

TELL ME WHAT oxygen smells like. Don't say, nothing, either because nothing isn't something. Those who make something out of nothing are either immaculate......

Steve House does not understand what hard journalism is really like......

A SALTY RANT TO ADD FLAVOR TO YOUR FREE LUNCH...

Adam and Eve, Laurel and Hardy, Bonnie and Clyde, Rock and Ice there is no shortage of famous duos that come together to enrich our lives like coconut milk and curry paste......

It is our deepest desire and oldest challenge to understand where we came from, and thus, who we are. All societies, sciences and religions have their own haunting brands of bullshit that attempt to answer life's biggest, most important questions: Who are we, where did we come from and where are we going?...

I can't stand theme parks. Disneyland, Legoland, Sea World, Santa Claus Land (later renamed Holiday World after being bullied by godless cappuccino drinkers)......

I was at the fifth pitch of Sons of Yesterday when the delirium took hold. It was mid-August in Yosemite, a thousand degrees in the shade and Leo and I were the only C-suckers out there climbing in the afternoon sun....

The Real Story Of Getting Real Climbing Photos Is Not What You Think....

This is a story with no beginning and no end. And no middle. It's a story as old as Fred Beckey and as timeless as Endless Love. It flies on the backs of ravens and sings with dodo birds in the mystic......

The Bouldering Life, Part One: “Elite and Fast” Gear for Summiting Mount Evans...