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| Dad pulls my five-year-old self to prepare me for the slopes. |
Hobbies
Playing outside has always been a part of my life, whether five-years-old or 22. I especially enjoy activities that involve water, whatever form it may take. True to my Floridian roots, I try to fish among the marshes with my dad or wakeboard through the St. Johns River whenever I nab a break from college classes. But it’s the out-of-state visits I really enjoy— fitting in a yearly escape to the ski slopes.
From Florida girl to mountaineer
I started off on skis. Five-years old and in North Carolina, I first learned to ski as my dad pulled me over a patch of snow, via shovel, in my grandparent’s front yard. A few professional ski lessons later, I’ve come a long way, hitting up real slopes on the East Coast, and taking a few trips out West. In 2005, I nabbed the chance to ski overseas in the Swiss Alps. Despite their beauty, my favorite mountains remain in the United States. Two areas I’ve visited many times are slopes around Salt Lake City, Utah, as well as mountains in Breckenridge, CO., where I first picked up snowboarding.