Having grown up on the North Shore of Vancouver, it was my parents love of skiing and the outdoors that got my five brothers and I into skiing at a very early age. Growing up we skied the north shore mountains of Hollyburn, Grouse and Seymour thoroughly every winter. When Whistler mountain opened, my parents braved the 4.5 hour drive and instilled in me the love of the mountains in the Sea to Sky corridor.
Through the years I evolved from a Whistler day skier, to the proverbial “weekend warrior”, to living here for the past 22 years. As you may have guessed, skiing is my sport, and deep powder, my drug. Hiking to get the “fresh goods” was the only goal when on the snow with my friends, which then evolved, thanks to the growth and ease of backcountry skiing, into the perfect run, being “no tracks” ever in front of you.
I can now be found touring regularly throughout the south coast of B.C., continually expanding my eternal search for the “fresh goods” that nature so amply provides in my backyard. When the snow disappears, you will find me constantly exploring new trails around North America on my mountain bike. For good measure, I throw in some hiking, scrambling and a bit of mountaineering to keep me in the mountains and my brain cells fresh for when I am back in the Escape Route.