I grew up in the wide open farm country of southern Colorado, where grit and endless horizons shaped my love for free spaces and spicy food. Skiing grabbed me early—at five years old I was making my first turns at Wolf Creek, and by the time I was old enough to hold a blaster’s license, I was on ski patrol. In 2016, I took my first international guiding job in Chile, with just enough in the bank for a one way ticket south. Since then, the mountains have carried me across the globe, a gift I’ll never take for granted. When I’m not chasing snow, you’ll find me at home—baking bread, wandering the woods with my pup, or trying to keep up with my wild wildebeest nephews.