Justin Nyberg
Stories by Justin Nyberg
Heaven Is a Lonely Place
In 1984, Mark Mortier and a few friends crossed over the top of Santa Fe’s Lake Peak in flimsy leather ski boots, with skinny, 7-foot-long telemark skis thrown over their shoulders. They clipped at the top of a sub-peak on the other side and dropped into a small piece of heaven.
You Can Take the Heat
Wherein Chef Johnny Vee teaches a sad bachelor how to cook. And how to date.
Out In The Cold
Winter camping is not most people’s idea of a good time. It’s cold. There are no s’mores. You’re lucky if you can dig up enough sticks and tinder out of the snow to start a fire, and you’re luckier if you don’t make any forehead-slapping bumbles like letting the stove frost over or forgetting your lighter and matches a few miles back at the car.
The Company of the Long Distance Runner
Running doesn’t have to be a competitive sport. There’s no reason why, at 7 am on a warm Saturday morning, I couldn’t be running as hard as possible up the La Luz Trail in the Sandia Mountains by myself. It’s just that I wouldn’t. It’s too exhausting.
