Think Flagstaff is just pine trees and college kids? Think again. In this no-filter dispatch, gym owner “The Breeze” unloads on the volcanic tuff, splitter basalt, and soul-crushing 7,000 foot altitude that make Flagstaff both ridiculous and irresistibly fun to climb. From Priest Draw bouldering roofs to Paradise Forks finger cracks, he explains why this super underrated Arizona town might just chew you up, spit you out, and leave you begging for more.

Think Moab is just monumental red rock and Instagram photoshoots? Think again. In this sharp-tongued rant, “The Breeze” unloads on Indian Creek’s finger-eating cracks, Castleton Tower’s sandbagged ego checks, and the fall season chaos that turns the desert into a climbing Burning Man type carnival. Equal parts misery and magic, Moab will hurt you, leaving you wondering why you've made the life choices you've made—and you’ll love it.

Think yoga and climbing are a perfect match? Think again. In a blistering new op-ed, gym owner "The Breeze" lays out his legendary, no-bullshit case for why he axed yoga from his climbing empire for good. He argues that downward dog won't get you up El Cap, mindfulness is a distraction from his beta, and in the ruthless pursuit of profit, there's no room for "feel-good retreats." This is a take so brutally efficient it just might make you cry—and you won't want to miss it.

Think Sedona is just red rocks, vortex tours and tourist traps? Think again. In this blistering new dispatch, climbing’s self-anointed legend The Breeze explains why the epic sandstone spires bow only to him, how fragile gear placements separate the climbers from the wannabes, and why every mortal who dares should still book their pilgrimage here. This is a take so sharp it cuts the sandstone deeper than any cam—and you won’t want to miss it.

Think you know how to belay? The Breeze begs to differ! In this no-filter dispatch, “The Breeze” claims his methods are legendary—equal parts chaos, ego, and unsolicited touching, yelling, short roping and storytelling—while Kokopelli guides take the same skills (belaying, rescue, rappelling, clipping) and actually teach them professionally, minus the handsy hands drama, you can rest assure you'll keep a keen eye out for the next time The Breeze offers to teach a belay lesson.

Came for Red Rock's neon-adjacent varnish? The Breeze calmly eviscerates its 5.8s that climb like a tax audit, the multipitch queues longer than a buffet line, and the sobering reality that your “project” is just a warm-up for him (with better marketing). It’s a desert of delicate egos and slot machine recovery—After a Red Rock climbing experience, you'll never step foot inside another casino in Vegas! you’ll get sandbagged, sunburned, and strangely addicted.