by Tony Lourens Every time I climb Mount Kenya, I say to myself: “This is definitely the last time I am doing this.” The big alpine mountain thing: the freezing cold, the very early morning starts and the debilitating effects of altitude. Those bloody headaches, the forceful drinking of three to four litres of liquid …

by Andy de Klerk And so there we were. Again! Ed [February] and I in the middle of a minor epic without even realising it. The blizzard had finally become so bad that we couldn’t continue any further: snowdrifts piled high around us, and thick heavy snow braided everything together into a white crystal sheet. …

by Micky Williams A hawser-laid rope moves slowly upward, the overhang above blocking his companions’ view of the climber glued to the smooth, white sandstone face. Suddenly the movement is quicker, tugging at the belayer’s waist. Two climbers wait anxiously on the ledge below; the belayer shouts “Richard, are you up?” After a few more …

Read the editorial and check out the contents of the latest issue. With up-to-date news coverage, training articles, gear reviews, celebrity profiles, technical tips covering a wide variety of subjects, event reports, big glossy pics and enthralling articles. Read Online Editorial Who’s on the end of your rope? I try to find a reasonably comfortable …

by Ollie Esplin Once upon a time in a land not so far away there was a young maiden. At birth, she was christened The Gordian Edge. She was a via ferrata, a one-of-a-kind, raised by a small group of unsung heroes in the mountain-loving community. She was a Mystical Creature, original and unique, rising …

by Colin McCoy In July this year a small group of us had the privilege of hosting Canadian ice and mixed climber, Will Gadd, for a whirlwind 10-day climbing trip in the Drakensberg. This all came about when Tim Larsen commented on an Instagram post of Will’s, about how short the South African ice climbing …

Legendary South African climber and mountaineer, Andy de Klerk, relates his account of his solo ascent of the Eiger’s infamous North Wall. I took a deep breath as I passed the bronze plaques bolted to the wall just above the bergschrund. Dawn had just broken a thin crack of red on the horizon, and there …