I'm a simple man. I wake up and make scrambled eggs and bacon almost every morning. I eat chicken and broccoli for most other meals. I travel a ton completely for leisure.
Most my trips are quick long weekend trips for two or three days to explore a new area. I'll often camp or sleep in my rental car and in airports more often than not to cut down on costs. I'm super cheap and hate hotels so it all works out and allows me to do these awesome trips!
On the road, I plan where I'll be for every sunrise and sunset and everything in-between is filler. I hear people say they just want to go on vacation and do nothing but sit around and relax. I guess I have a different definition of relaxing than most people. I'll always make time for rest, but if I'm traveling somewhere new, I want to see as much as humanly possible as efficiently as possible, and I absolutely pride myself on packing more into one single trip than anyone. Relaxation for me is having my entire trip planned out so I don't have to waste any time figuring out what to do or where to go while exploring.
My Love For The Mountains
I grew up in Cleveland and my first job was as a ski instructor at the one local "mountain" that had a total vertical drop of just 240 feet (!!!). My old man arranged a Colorado ski trip for my 18th birthday and as soon as we reach the top of the Vail chairlift for the first time, I was completely enamored with the Rocky Mountains. I just knew from that moment that I had to make my way out west.
I had never camped and slept in a tent before I moved to Colorado, and after my first few months here, it was clear that seemingly everyone was living a totally different lifestyle than anything else I had experienced. I've always been active and drawn to the mountains, so I almost immediately started finding ways to get into the Rockies and stay out there as much as humanly possible.
But it wasn't until I took a spill on skis that I really got into camping. On a 7-inch powder day at Breckenridge one February, I took a tumble that tore my ACL, MCL, meniscus, and rotator cuff. I was restricted from doing any of the summer activities I had become so accustomed to doing. No lifting, no softball, no volleyball, and worst of all, no hiking.
So I camped. And then I camped some more. And before I knew it, I had camped at least one night for fifteen straight weeks. Most of which were by myself. It was exactly the kind of release and reflection that I needed during that time. And it was then that I knew that I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop finding new ways to stay outside and continue exploring.
This site simply serves as a way for me to document my travels and provide you with some helpful tips and any relevant info that I've learned along the way.
Thanks for exploring my site. Happy Trails!