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TNB: The Only Blasphemy16-May-2013John 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....
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John Long: What I've Learned15-Dec-2012John Long, original Stonemaster and climbing's most popular writer, spills his guts....
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John Long: The Real Deal27-Feb-2012The tao of Paul gleason, Stonemaster Emeritus....
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John Long: Slaying Giants27-Feb-2012Cast by chance into the frenzy of a dramatic Yosemite rescue, the author confronts his youthful fears head-on....
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John Long: It Started with a Pile of Stones27-Feb-2012Chasing ghosts on Hawaiian sea cliffs....
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John Long: High Times27-Feb-2012The search for the source....
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The Stonemasters Climb at Pirates Cove27-Feb-2012
John Long relives the adventures of the Stonemasters when they first began rock climbing at Pirates Cove at Newport Beach, California....
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John Long: A Man for All Seasons27-Feb-2012The myth of Oliver Moon changed the face of Yosemite climbing forever....
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John Long: The Royal Scam11-Oct-2010Coming clean on the mysterious first ascent of a Yosemite classic....
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John Long: The Only Rule That Counts11-Oct-2010The greatest riches lie at the end of your dreams...
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John Long: On the Road11-Oct-2010And you thought your last climbing trip was tough....
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John Long: Nothing but Rubble11-Oct-2010The never-ending pursuit of new routes, fame and glory....
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John Long: Mountains of Trouble11-Oct-2010The cement-bucket drop test, swami belts and the beginning of the end of a fabled climbing club....
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John Long: Legends of the Mind11-Oct-2010Calling Buhl on the famous mountaineer’s truisms...
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John Long: Legend of Lord Gym11-Oct-2010
Sammy and I hunkered into the shade beneath the Weeping Wall, Suicide Rock, panting between pulls on a gallon jug of water. The sun had just crawled over Tahquitz Rock, a mile across the Sunshine Valley, and heat waves welled off the Suicide slabs. No big....
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John Long: Guilty Pleasures11-Oct-2010Lynn 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....
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John Long: Channel Surfing11-Oct-2010
As far back as I could remember I’d wondered which of mankind’s faiths and illusions I could choose as my sustaining light, and I’d chosen the greatest existential pathology of them all: that if I worked hard enough, and smartly enough, my greatest challenges would someday flow effortlessly under my hands like glassy Malibu swells....
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John Long: A Confederacy of Dunces11-Oct-2010Navigating Commercial Hoopla On A Bellyful Of Bad Fish...
