You’ve got guys out there swinging golf clubs on manicured lawns and making five million bucks a year. Then you’ve got these dirty guys—and women—going up 3,000 feet and pushing the limits of human ability. Then they come down, get back in their crappy old car. They make a burrito out of peanut butter and tortillas and live in the dirt. That level of motivation, that really pure, soulful passion can drive people’s abilities to new levels without having a professional, money-oriented sport. — Nick Rosen
I met a few rock climbers at Burning Man last year, and hearing about their adventures on big-wall rocks outside of Vegas piqued my interest in this obscure sport. It takes a special person to lose their shit enough to the point where they come face to face with an unclimbable slab of rock and death and proceed to climb up past it. I'm really looking forward to this rare, well-documented look into the origins of this extremely adventurous sixty-year old sport.
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