A Life of
Where the
Wind Blows
Snowkiting in Colorado — Strapless Freestyle on Maui — Coast Runs in Brazil — Exploring New Zealand
It started with sandcastles
I vividly remember making sandcastles under my dad's kite. My own personal beach fort: four rooms, split by the kite struts blown into the sand by the wind.
Snowkiting with Ozone
I got my roots snowkiting, became a Journey's kid, and earned a rider profile. Cold hands, big grins, and a brand that believed in a teenager.
Then I went strapless
Turns out my heart lied with strapless freestyle, in a much, much warmer environment. The water got bluer. The riding got looser.
So I started filming
I made my first kite video. Who doesn't love Bob Marley and minivans?
I even wrote an article
I won't lie, there was definitely an external force (my dad) involved in motivating 12-year-old me to write it between homework assignments.
The foil revolution happened
I learned you don't even need to stand on the thing. The wind kept finding new ways to lift me off the water.
Ozone, the whole way
Through every awkward phase of teenage-hood, through injuries and rehab, even while I took a few years off to finish a nursing degree, they kept me around. It's an honor to be on the team.
With these crazy good people
We're plotting out the next kite trip as you read this... any ideas?
After all…
this is where it began
Now
I traded Colorado winters for New Zealand wind. Lately that's meant building out a van, learning a brand-new coast, and dragging AG into all of it. Newest stuff up top. Scroll back up to see how we got here.
