By Lisa Lance

Lisa Lance is a writer living in Baltimore. She has an M.A. in Writing from Johns Hopkins University, and her articles and essays have appeared in publications including Baltimore Magazine, Full Grown People, National Parks Traveler, and Bmoreart. She is a nonfiction editor for The Baltimore Review.

  1. I clung to the rock. The smooth quartzite was cool under my hands. There were plenty of stone holds to grip with my chalk-covered, slightly bloody fingers and plenty of crevices in which to jam my toes. The sticky black rubber of my purple climbing shoes provided the extra friction needed to help my ascent. The year was 2008. I was climbing Wounded Knee, a 5.10c-level route in Utah’s Uinta Mountains, and I was proud…

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