Flying off the Grand
A shattered leg, a new direction.
Epics
A shattered leg, a new direction.
Forbidden to climb, two soldiers go rogue.
A near-ending is a new beginning
A story anyone should read, every year, before backcountry and avalanche season.
Turns out trad isn’t the same as sport climbing.
Everyone was soon thoroughly engaged in the climbing—everyone, that is, except me. Earlier I’d heard distant thunder, and I watched the intensifying clouds uneasily.
On Katahdin, the problems begin as soon as you leave the car.
Unbelievable best-case scenario, in the absolute worst case.
Eddy’s foot slipped. He barreled down the nearly 60-degree slope straight at me. His crampons hit me as he slid through the anchor. The belay ripped. Wham!
Scottish climber Robbie Phillips enters the White Room on the classic Deep Cut Chimney (4 IV) of Hell’s Lum, a 2,700-foot peak in the Cairngorms, Scottish Highlands.
Then came the day of rescue trucks, floodlights, bullhorns and a crowd of morbidly curious onlookers, who hung around the base of the Bastille watching as Hugh and I tried to descend from Art’s Spar on the Redgarden Wall.