Seeing as this is my first blog post ever, I have decided to make it as straight forward and simple as possible.

I was born and raised in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. I am the second youngest of 5. I work at a small start up marketing firm (as a glorified telemarketer…) And If you were to ask my friends about me, I am positive they would all come up with the same three things. Caesars, Mountains and The Toronto Maple Leafs.

First Off, Caesars are F**king delicious!

Secondly, The mountains kick so much ass its not even funny.

Lastly, The day will come again when the Toronto Maple Leafs hoist the greatest trophy known to mankind (to Canadians at least…)

I will leave you for now with a snippet from my own thoughts.

Heading out of Calgary towards the mountains has become a monumentally hallowed experience for myself and I believe this resonates with thousands of others that have the fortune of calling this lively thriving city home. Whether its only for a day trip or the humble beginnings of a lengthy alpine slog, the shackles of the city seem to shed away carelessly revealing an invigorating fog of intoxicating adventure. The magnetism holds me stronger than any other vice imaginable. I am truly an addict. The Trans Canada rounds its way into the Rockies and soon enough Yamnuska comes into full view. The spell is nearing completion now. The mysticism of the chaotic jagged limestone cliffs have taken full effect, I am completely entranced and left in a euphoric stupor quietly chanting to myself “Head West Or Die”