Born in Portland, Ore, in an era known as "Back to the Land," which made an early childhood impression of lumberjacks and hot-spring-skinny-dipping hippies. 

 

I grew up riding horses with sister at great-grandma's ranch. Worked through college as horse wrangler in the Rockies. Lived with wild mustangs. Got hit by lightning. Rattled around the West in a pickup truck named the Grey Ghost. Made documentary films, started a non-profit to teach others how to tell their stories through documentary.

 

Now, I go on adventures for Oregon Public Broadcasting, collecting stories. Restore historic cabins. Savor copious amounts of morning coffee. Scale glaciated Cascade peaks. Sip bourbon while staring at campfires. Call grandma.

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