Out of the past 18 years I have spent 15+/- living out of my truck.
I help others learn how to live through teaching them how to climb mountains and rocks.
I love Wayne County, UT.
Writing, drawing, carving spoons, & being resourceful are all things that I enjoy doing, but don’t do enough.
I grew up in a bed and breakfast in northern New Hampshire where my mother was my fourth grade teacher. It was there I cultivated a love of the mountains and outdoors.
I am the lucky one. I graduated from the University of New Hampshire in May of 2000. Since that time every job that I have had has required me to sleep outside. Whether under the stars, under a tarp, in a Trango 3.1 or a Nuk Tuk, I have slept outside. In the last 10 years of my life I have slept outside more often than not. I have seen the sun rise and the sun set, often times before I am home. I have climbed some amazing peaks. I have seen Orion hanging upside down in the southern sky and ate pork chops with Clayton Voss deep in the heart of the northern Wind Rivers. There were times when things were exquisitely clear to me; there were times when I didn’t have the foggiest idea what to do. I have spent countless days in the mountains and in the desert. I have seen the moon reflecting off of a frozen draw draped in tamarisk while walking back to camp amid big sagebrush and sandstone. I have eaten beans and rice for dinner every night for 26 nights. And I would do it again.
I have taught, learned and grown. I have made mistakes and I have failed. I have lived, laughed, and loved. I have cried, grieved, and lost.
When I grow up I want to be an accountant or maybe just be an artist.