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.

Mesa Verde National Park

Mesa Verde National Park

By the time I had dropped out of college to go there I was qualified for jobs as a ski instructor and mountain guide, and a life of hyperactive indulgence ensued. I lived, loved, worked and played there and the parks became my identity and my authenticity. They absorbed my energy totally, and restored i