Where the deserts meet the mountains.

The ones you can be your true unedited version of yourself with?

I love thin mountain air.

A product of my experiences, a complex combination of moments, places, and people.

If I close my eyes I can see you.

This is me back in October.

I miss those open roads.

Just in case you forgot... it’s Friday.

I’ve preached present living. I’ve daydreamed about present living. But I’ve struggled to find present living in the past. In recent months, I’ve been making progress though.

I did not ski a single day this season…

Daydreams like the house we could retreat to, the one tucked away deep in the Italian Dolomites.

Keeping my lust for mountains limited to beautiful memories right now.

Above the clouds…

Keep your head up...

There is something so wildly satisfying about the quiet of a fresh snowfall.

I’m going to share photos from places I’ve already been to.

Forward ever.

Scout really is my better half.

This is me in quarantine, a Petri dish for insecurities, fears, and anxieties.

Voices are much louder when they can be hidden behind high walls and bright screens.