I have an article on climbing the Grand Wall in Squamish in this month's Climber Magazine.
The article is about capturing the deep sense of well being that I get from climbing. It's elusive. I don't seek it every time I climb, but it is the thing which makes climbing special for me. Those days spent with friends where you feel a real sense of peace with the world, and that paradoxically, a seemingly stressful hobby can actually produce a very calm result.
Aldous Huxley writes in his introduction to later editions of Brave New World about how he sees it as a flawed piece of art. He adds that he considered changing it, but ultimately felt that those flaws are important markers. I'm not sure I feel the same with this. I like this article, but I'm not sure it conveys the same message in someone else's head that it does in mine. There are phrases which jar, words which repeat at awkward intervals and an odd mix of use of "I" and "We" - there should be more "We" in this really.
Anyway, if you get the chance to read it I hope you enjoy it.