Backroads

Most people learn problem-solving from textbooks. I learned it by fixing a cracked radiator hose with duct tape, 20 miles from the...

MH-47 The roar of the crowd was a distant hum, a muffled echo against the sharp, searing pain in my side. I lay on the damp grass, the...

I was six the first time my father handed me a .22 rifle. It wasn’t some grand rite of passage. No ceremony. Just a foggy December...

Feeling a little nostalgic tonight thinking about my military experiences and want to share. I hope you enjoy, reflect and celebrate...

Some voices never leave you. They echo in your head when you’re standing at a crossroads. They whisper in the quiet moments, show up in...

There’s something sacred about early mornings in the backcountry—mist rising off a river, the steady hum of a Coleman stove, the soft...

My Walden We all have moments where the noise of the world threatens to drown out our inner voice. The demands of work, family, and the...

At first glance, Henry David Thoreau and Theodore Roosevelt seem like polar opposites. Thoreau, the introspective naturalist, seeking...

GREY BULL In the space where shadows fall,   Where echoes cry and lost ones call,   Between the lines, unseen, unheard,   We move with...

Subtitle: Why Shared Adversity Builds Unbreakable Connection There’s a kind of friendship that’s forged only in discomfort—the kind that...

This past weekend, we gathered as family and friends to celebrate the life of an incredible man—our dad. The outpouring of love and...

The Unexpected Guides Who Shape Our Path Not every mentor wears the title. Some just show up with a steady stride, a quiet word, or a...

Subtitle: Why True Friends Are Your North Star There’s something about a trailhead at sunrise that strips away pretense. No signal. No...

Intro Post: “Why Both Worlds Matter” Subtitle: Finding Wisdom Where Strategy Meets Solitude I’ve spent years navigating boardrooms—making...