"Pretty sure I'm floating," I said into the phone immediately after my friend Matt called to say, "Whatever you do, don't drive your usual way.

At that moment my car's engine quit, and it lifted up and started drifting toward a gas station. It was 12:30 a.m. and dumping rain. "What do you mean?" Matt said....

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

The greatest riches lie at the end of your dreams...

And you thought your last climbing trip was tough....

The never-ending pursuit of new routes, fame and glory....

The cement-bucket drop test, swami belts and the beginning of the end of a fabled climbing club....

Calling Buhl on the famous mountaineer’s truisms...

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....

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....

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....

Navigating Commercial Hoopla On A Bellyful Of Bad Fish...

Bruised ribs from a bike crash did not qualify Greg for our toughest man title. I had the trump card: a permanently broken rib, called a non-union fracture in the orthopedic jargon, from a surfing crash. It was no contest....

Yosemite pioneer Tom Frost dusts off his forgotten photos from the golden age and gives a behind the scenes glimpse of Royal Robbins, Yvon Chouinard and TM Herbert....

We tried to do everything right and were still caught out. The evening before, Ken and I reconned our route partway up the mountain. We packed our p......

The thought of a 200-pound cougar lurking somewhere in the old-growth cedars injected a spring into my step as I battled up the steep back-side trail on Squamish Chief. This dome-shaped mountain and its gorgeous granite walls loom over the 100-year-old logging town of Squamish, nestled at the head of an inlet on British Columbia's lush West Coast. ...

BY JEFF LONGSINCE THE DAYS OF GEORGE MALLORY, Rongbuk Monastery has been part of the Everest experience. No one reaches the north side without passing......

BY FITZ CAHALLSITTING IN A KATOOMBA PUB, GARTH MILLER TOLD ME, Whatever you do, don't grab the surfboard.We were in the center of the Blue Mountains......

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....

AT 5 A.M. WE PACKED UP IN THE pitch-black dampness to continue our descent from Mount Pembroke. Ron led through the thick coastal foliage and chill mi......

EL CAP REPORT 5/23/07The Montana girls were going slowly yesterday, as you may recall, and I figured they would be lucky to make Dolt Tower by midnigh......