Born in Santa Barbara, California, I was only six weeks old when achieved an altitude of 32,000 ft. On an airplane en route to Saudi Arabia. Whoa, didn’t see that one coming. My father had accepted a job there, and so, it was there that I spent my childhood. Although, how could I complain? I had the worlds second largest sandbox to play in.
And play I did.
Growing up, if I wasn’t in learning at the local international school, our family was setting off for adventure. We took every opportunity that we could to explore this foreign land. We’d spend one weekend climbing through the abandoned Nabataean tombs and ruins of the once thriving ancient city of Meda’in Selah, and the next weekend would be spent swimming alongside black-tip shark and barracuda in the extensive coral reefs of the Red Sea. Adventure and exploration were coursing through my veins by the time I was ten.
By age 13 we were back at 32,000 ft again on a flight bound for the great USA. Houston to be specific. Texas became my newly adopted home and very quickly the adventures began again. High school was filled with multi-day kayaking trips down the Colorado River along with some light whitewater kayaking in the world famous Guadalupe river. It wasn’t until about the end of high school though that I was introduced to backpacking, specifically wilderness backpacking. Nothing until then had fully quenched my thirst for exploration and adventure. Backpacking allowed me the freedom to explore the places untouched by mans destructive hand. It allowed me to hear the unheard songs of the wild birds; it allowed me to see the unseen sunset just before the horizon dipped into a star-filled night. I was free to lay outside my tent on a moonless night, treated to a firework show of shooting stars as the milky way ripped through the night sky. Nothing quite compares to the wilderness.
After college came the working world. I now work in a level 1 trauma center ER in Dallas as well as part time at a children’s hospital in Ft. Worth. Some days are pleasant and quiet while others leave you sweating, broken and praying for relief. No day is predictable and no day is the same. I guess you could say each morning at work brings a new, well…adventure. Just the way I like it.