My whole life I’ve been told I wouldn’t make it, from football to photography there has been a constant doubt hovering over my head. Now, my life is filled with constant love and support from more friends than I can count, but it wasn’t always that way. This blog aims to tell a story, my story, a story of never giving up on a dream.
After two weeks of finding my #CalloftheWY while working with the Wyoming Office of Tourism, I headed into my last and final week and to be honest, I didn’t even know what to expect at this point. This trip had already been a dream and for me and I was convinced that there was no way for it to get better. I was wrong. The first two weeks had me dancing in the Wind...
My first week of finding my #CalloftheWY with Wyoming Office of Tourism brought me from Lander to the quaint town of Pinedale. When I first rolled into town I saw a big sign that read “Pinedale: All the Civilization You Need” and it gave me a chuckle as I looked down main street and could see the end. But I quickly realized what the sign meant as I saw a grocery...
A few weeks back I partnered up with the Wyoming Office of Tourism to do a tour around northcentral and northeast Wyoming . The trip was a such a success that they invited back south for a three-week excursion, and, quite frankly, a dream trip that I couldn’t imagine passing up. So I packed my bags and headed for my first stop–Cody, Wyoming.
I recently was hired by the Wyoming Office of Tourism to photograph northcentral and northeast Wyoming and find my #CallOfTheWY. In total honesty, my first reaction was, “What the heck is in northcentral and northeast Wyoming?”. I grew up in Billings, Montana—just north of the border—and like most Americans, my only experience with Wyoming was with...
A few months ago I shared a year recap of life after quitting my job in an article titled, One Year Later, but I decided that my one-year vanniversary was also worthy of a story. You see, two months after I quit my job I acquired my now home, a 2006 Dodge Sprinter Van. I had a lot of questions about what my life would become when I got my van, and not a lot of...
One year ago today I cast aside fear, doubt, and the comforts of life and hit the road with no destination in mind. I gave up a good job, my apartment, and every ounce of a “normal” life because I had an itch. This itch to chase something, anything, and to live a little different than society tells me to live. The year to follow changed me, broke me, and made me who...
As I write this blog I’m sitting in a Walmart parking lot somewhere in Salt Lake City and there is a pot of rice boiling on my stove. That will be dinner tonight (along with a little bit of leftover chicken) as I work to save a few dollars after being slammed with a $1,500 repair bill to get new brakes, shocks, and struts on my home today. Now that’s a lot of money...
Luck, a four letter word that makes my blood boil. In just four letters you’ve discounted years of blood, sweat, and tears. I hear it daily, “oh I want your life, you’re so lucky”. Now people aren’t trying to demean what I do or put me down. I get it, I live a pretty epic life, at least the side you see on social media. What you don’t see, what only I see, is...
When I first tell people that I live in a van there is usually an initial shock, which is always followed by a barrage of questions. The questions are usually pretty consistently the same, so I decided to try and address the ones I get the most! Please comment below with any other questions you have!