The parks have always been my very own playgrounds. Growing up in British Columbia, I escaped childhood to the provincial parks, playing in Garibaldi, working in Manning. My parents exposed me to many of them, and they made sure I knew they were special. But from the age of 13, I had certain knowledge that Wyoming’s Grand Teton National Park was going to be my life and my truth, my spiritual home. To this day, it’s the only certain knowledge I’ve ever experienced.