I'm full-blooded Scottish, though you'd never think it. Hopped the pond at the age of 7 and grew up like an American kid grows up. Somewhere in eastern Pennsylvania. I played soccer. I built forts in the woods. I bought cigarettes from vending machines in family diner entryways. I kissed girls under trees. I loved music and listened intently. I got my first guitar for my 12th birthday and started dreaming of bigger things.
I moved west and fell in love with a landscape of unimaginable beauty. I found freedom and a passion for life in the wide-open, endless expanses of mesas and canyons. I’ve been a cook and a bartender, a lab tech and a roofer. I’ve tracked grizzly bears through mountains and spent months on a lost and lonely island counting seabirds in the cold wind and fog. I've guided hundreds of intrepid tourists along the trails and down the rivers of the American Southwest. I've walked thousands of miles of wilderness and slept countless nights beneath the stars. And somewhere out there, lost beneath a big sky, I just might have caught a fleeting glimpse at the heart of the universe. And it inspired me. It filled me up to overflowing. And it convinced me to listen to that voice in my heart. It convinced me to believe. And to keep on dreaming big.