Tripping On A Dream
“…It’s only four-thousand kilometers to Whitehorse and we’re making good time. Since it’s not my turn to drive, I lean back and try to envision the perfect trip. They say manifestation works but I usually just wing it…"
Published in the first issue of The Nunatak
Poetry In Motion
“…She walked ahead of me on the trail from the parking lot and up the ridge, exclaiming praise at the last few fungi specimens of the season. “Fruiting bodies” as she liked to call them. “I can’t believe there’s still alpine puffballs—above treeline—in September!” she sang out, bursting with elation at the magic all around us…”
Published by Climbing Magazine.
The Grass Is Bluer On The
Steeper Side
“…“FUCK” I take a sharp shot of breath, duck my head, and press my body tight against the steep snow slope, preparing for the imminent impact of the rock I thought I heard dislodge above us. Nothing happens…”
Words by Emily Jones, photographs by Mathias Gruber
The Rinse Cycle
“…The trickle grew to a stream, and within seconds I was fully submerged in the river of snow. I braced my two tools slightly above my shoulders, intermittently loosening my grip on one or the other, willing warmth and feeling up to my hands.…”
A Meeting With The Chief
“…Our crazy plans begin to seem possible, as the stars appear across the sky—promising a beautiful day ahead. We doze off as the ice cliffs of Tūtoko crash violently off the end of the icefall, sounding unnervingly close as they echo madly around the cirques…”
Published in The New Zealand Alpine Journal