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I credit my love of the outdoors to two major influences: Dad and Aunt Jan.

Dad pushed limits. He seemed fearless through my little girl eyes. And when he’d take me and my sister camping in the woods or cycling through a canyon or swimming in the river, he made every experience seem as though we were bold adventurers conquering dangerous feats. 

Aunt Jan nurtured. She loved to teach and she loved, what she affectionately called us at times, naughty children. I’ve fond memories of my four cousins, my sister and I traipsing along wooded trails or sandy shorelines chatting with aunt Jan. She had a gift for making us feel important, valued. She opened up her heart and the outdoors to each of us.

Though these childhood experiences have long faded into memory, dad's and aunt Jan’s legacies remain. No matter what presses against me, my world seems to right, at least on some level, when I climb a mountain, float a waterway, pack up into the alpine, cycle along a trail, traverse a wooded path, pitch a tent, build and sit by a fire or throw a sleeping bag down on a sand bar and sleep under the stars.

​God’s creation has a way of calming my mind, comforting my soul and soothing my spirit. And I am thankful for dad's and aunt Jan’s examples that nurtured my love of nature.

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