Winslow Wall

Winslow Wall


Dave was the first person to ever tell me about Winslow Wall.

It's crazy man. It's this beautiful little slot canyon in the middle of the desert that's shady all day except for right around noon when the sun's shining right in, but you can just go for a swim then. And the climbing's amazing.

It was just as he described, save that the climbing may outshine the modifier I stuck in the blurb above (which was created wholly out of my mind and probably isn't how Dave actually said it).


Winslow Wall is hidden away in nowhere on the desolate plains of north-central Arizona. Empty highways, dirt roads, and then suddenly

a great gash in the firmament.

winslow gash

The canyon floor is accessed via fixed lines: ropes past their prime that were donated by the community. Climbers rappel in and must either jug or climb back out.

Farrell grabs the rope
Farrell heads south

Bob chillin
Bob looks on

She'll hold yet

100' Lower

At the floor, Winslow is unlike any other place. An isolated underworld monastery, a reality that extends no further than the next rippling turn of its sandstone borders.

Occasionally a boater abandons ship and makes her way through the shallow waters at the entrance to the canyon. The sudden appearance of a stranger in a swimsuit will remind you that the world is larger than the walls above and behind, left and right of you, and the river that's shaped them ... but it won't be long before you forget again.

vertical cave


damon eats an apple

Farrell views his environs
Arizona being what it is, climbing must happen in the shade. As the sun moves through the sky some routes move into, and some out of, an ascendable state. Climbers often have to jump from stone to stone, bank to bank, or simply wade across the shallow river to reach the next route. At times there's nothing for it but to belay straight out of the river with your rope (hopefully) in a bucket.

gear rock


anthony winsloner
Anthony on Winsloner; Ellen on belay; Megan on lookout

cam with a rope
Cam steps across the river on stones he will later use to bloody my knees

anthony wading

Ellen, Anthony, Cameron, Megan

Ropes and Aluminum

Red Rocks quality patina. Northern Arizona's most classic 12- gear route. Slabby aretes; man-sized huecos for legs to stem; cracks to swallow your fists and gear. Perfect, technical, vertical, hard, and the best you've ever done.

And it's all in a place you'd happily spend all day even if there were no climbing to be had.

megan high stepping
Megan, Slap My Fro, 12b

cam climbing
Cameron, Bro Job, 11b

farrell jamming
Farrell, Stick It

megan cornering

farrell clipping

megan reachy

farrell tall

megan tops out slap


damon grass

four silhouettes

Matt Enlow

Matt has a camera, a home on wheels, and this website
Down by the river