I’ve spent most of my life in the Roaring Fork Valley, just outside Aspen, exploring my home and the surrounding mountains in any way I can. I grew up ski racing in the winter and racing mountain bikes in the summer. Nowadays, I work as a backcountry ski guide and photographer with some other random endeavors in between. When not riding, skiing, flying, hunting or trying to learn something new, I am out shooting photos for brands such as The North Face, Cannondale, Rapha and others in the outdoor industry. I love bikes and skis more than most, and spend way too much time and energy scheming new ways to travel through the landscapes I love.
What is the best thing about working at The Cycling House?
This will be my first season with The Cycling House so I don’t speak from much experience, but I most look forward to all of the new relationships with both the guides and the guests. I’m excited to share my love for bikes and apply my experience as a ski guide to a different sport that I am passionate about.
Do you have a favorite ride?
I have too many favorite rides to list, and they all change weekly. I love the gravel routes that weave through Northwest Montana, the steep and loose granite chutes of Colorado Springs, and the endless single track above Aspen where I learned to ride. I don’t think I could ever pick a single favorite.
What is the most memorable day you've ever had on the bike?
A few years ago, my brother and I drove from Aspen to Crested Butte to drop a friend's truck off and planned to ride back to Aspen through the elk mountains via a route neither of us had explored before. We climbed for hours to summit Mt Tilton, a 12,000ft divide between the two towns. We descended a rowdy and steep moto trail from the summit into the adjacent drainage, which eventually gave way to more climbing, back to a different high ridge. Fueled by cold quesadillas and the impending sunset, we bushwhacked and hiked our bikes through alpine shrubs to our second high point of the day. From this remote ridge, we descend toward the tree line, locating an elk trail that would allegedly deliver us back to Aspen. The complex route finding and steep climbs from earlier in the day rewarded us with perfect, elk carved single track that would rival any purpose built mtb trail. We arrived in Aspen at dusk, with enough time to reflect on a perfect day in a special place that I am grateful to be able to enjoy.