I grew up in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains where I learned about my passion for rock climbing, camping, mountain biking and water sports. For me, adventure was always just a few minutes away.
Unable to contain my curiosity for new adventures, I invested heavily in my university’s Outdoor Adventures program where I learned about caving and took a semester-long backpacking course in Wilmington, North Carolina.
My fondest memories were of rock climbing and mountain biking with my friends. Rock climbing was simultaneously exhilarating and liberating. It was a getaway from my dull banking job, helped me focus, and deepened the bond between my friends and I. Mountain biking was the fast-paced, dangerous fix that I needed whenever I really wanted to feel alive. Whatever changes I had going on in my life, the one consistency was my love for the outdoors.
I could tell that my post-graduate life was lacking the daily dose of adrenaline I needed, so I packed my bags and began traveling the world. I helped rebuild villages in Guatemala, went motorbiking through Vietnam, explored ice caves in Slovakia, saw the pyramids of Giza, and ended up here in Taiwan, which is where I now call home.