I feel like you’ll learn a lot more about me in my writing and the shenanigans I get myself into but I guess everything needs a back story.
Oh Florida, the first state I called home. I learned every single word to every Jimmy Buffet song, how to breathe 90% humidity, and how to ride an alligator. Okay, the last one was a lie (sorta). I did, however, spend A LOT of time outside and on the water.
I lived the perfect suburban life, complete with carpools to practice and summer camp every year. The only catch was, my family, didn’t belong there. My parents are actually more adventurous than I am. They instilled a thirst for life and exploration at a very young age. Cue the teenage angst, “I need to climb a mountain! Not learn algebra!”
After my first two years at college, I decided to drive to Salt Lake City, work at a ski shop for a season, and learn to snowboard. I didn’t realize that simple decision would lead me to the outdoor industry. I kept my promise, moved back home, started working at gear shops, and earned my Bachelor’s in Sports Exercise Science. My mom calls it my “dodge ball degree”. I can’t blame her, I did play dodge ball for a full semester.
People love asking me “so what’s next?” …truth is, I’m not sure. In the meantime I’m just going to follow my feet wherever they take me and always make sure I have enough gas and a head lamp.
If you can’t join me outside, I hope I can bring the stoke to you through here.
Above photo by Jose Romero